Phillips High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

Text from Pages 1 - 132 of the 1939 volume:

The Mirror Published by THE SENIOR CLASS John Herbert Phillips High School JANUARY, 1939 Birmingham, Ala. ANNUAL HOARD OF EDITORS JANUARY, 1939 Editors-in-chief Marion Hanks, Ben Heyward Assistant Editors Violet Symonds, John Scruggs Advising Editor . Frcida McCarter Essays and Special Articles Clco Brown Curtis Milwec Mary Drake Harry Rives Louise Badglcy Fiction Bruce Wilson Poetry Sam Culotta Eva Lee Frederick Rebecca Milner Maty Ellen Bagby Virginia Bridgewater Rebecca A very t Art Elvin Webster—Horace Hughens Humor Harry Thomson—Frank Nelson—Juanita Baker Typists Gwendolyn Harbuck Era Wamsley Helen Kropp Eula Mae Luker Vincent Chiarclla Lila Holbrooks Sarah Cottrell [4] TABLE OF CONTENTS PERSONALITIES Popsiclc Man Elizabeth Gallops The Vender The Professional Mary Drake The Artist . Horace Hughens The Dreamer. Virginia Bridgewater A Mother on Sunday Morning Eva Lee Frederick NATURE Two Aspects Billy Lindsley Poppies Violet Svmonds Requiem to Evening Frcida McCarter Inspiration of Morn I'reida McCarter At Harvest Time Rebecca Avervt Fall Gwendolyn Harbuck Masterpiece Michael White Autumn Leaves. Eva Lee Frederick Signs of Winter Doris Kincaid Freida McCarter The Wind REFLECTIONS Fantasy Horace Hughens Prayer Florence Scalco Funny to be Sober The Well Louise Badgley Who Said So? These Things [5] PEACE Twenty Years....................................... Clco Brown Soldiers’ Burial Ground............................. Harvey Wilson We Lose When We Win....... Dwight Herlong Why................................................ Frank Nelson THE STORY TELLERS Champions Bruce Wilson Memories .............................Mary Elizabeth Brake Let Me Tell You! Harry Rives A Vagabond ...................................... Eva Lee Frederick The Ghost Walks ................................ Marjorie Dolvin THE PAST Julius C;i sar—Mock Heroic Version of class of 1921, Modernized by Ben F. Heyward ••■■■ Class of 1939 Wednesday Ruth Kirkland School Days Sam Culotta It’s All in Fun .......................... George Postell Current Events Class Frank Nelson Dummy............................................. Harry Thomson THE FUTURE Congratulations, Seniors! Catherine Worthington The Road to Success .............................. Layurah Thomas A New Leaf Reviewed................................ Frances Brown Tomorrow ......................................... Ben F. Heyward SENIOR SECTION Officers and Committees President’s Address—Today Ross Martin, Jr. Senior Class Poem—To One and All Frcida McCarter Senior Class Oration—Facing the World I oday Gray C. Buck, Jr. [6 | PERSONALITIES POPSICLE MAN At midday alter summer classes, my best fiiend and 1 delighted to stop while waiting for the street car. to exchange a cheery greeting with little black ten-year-old William Dean, who sold popsicles on the corner of Eighth Avenue and I wentv-fourth street. He never made the sale of the frozen confections to us without promising timidly yet sincerely that he would do a few step.; or the new dance, “truckin After much persuasion he would finally swing into the lazy rhythm for a few steps, only to become immediately embarrassed by the stares of people along the street and our enthusiastic laughter which displayed our full appreciation of his natural talent. William was assured of our patronage. We wove our way through the groups of hurrying, chattering students to the backward, frail and undernourished figure, usually-leaning against a tree trunk, one hand on the push cart handle, the other dangling a cheap hell which rendered a clicking sound at intervals. We used to remark about the jealous glances of the other venders, when they became aware that we only patronized the insignificant looking boy who made the least effort to sell his commodity. Once, after the crowd had passed and the “popsicle men” had moved on toward the locations where each thought hr might do best, we stood wearily in the sizzling sun waiting for the street car, listening to the timid yet amusing remarks of William in answer to our simple question-. An aged Italian vender, with a sling of his large sinewy arm. muttered in a commanding voice a bit of profanity, a demand that William move on to town. William started with a ierk. hi- brown complexion greying a hit. Reaching for the handle of his push cart, he hurried away to the middle of the street. He trudged on. once turning hack with an anxious glance at the man. 1 wonder whether he was too frightened to see our sympathetic yet startled expressions. —Elizahcth Gallops THE VENDER Although the vender plies his trade In sun and in rain, Content with very little gain. His day brightly proceeds. For the weather-worn man on the corner With papers tucked under his arm. Enjoys many who pass his post With their smiles and gay words of accost. Selling papers to meet his needs Is only a part of the vender’s life— Understanding people at a glance, Tempers his hardship And creates romance. r 71 —Fred Orange T me Mirror THE PROFESSIONAL Conventional black oxfords and black cotton stockings emerged from Room 117. The oxfords moved forward with tiny, faltering steps then blindly stumbling. “Poor, poor sweet Mrs. Willoughby was dead. Why did she have to die? Such a dear old lady with silvering hair—iust like Mother’s.” Each little step, falling unconsciously after the other, on down the corridor. Noisily the door of Room 117 opened. Out bounded conventional black oxfords and black cotton stockings. Light springy steps, almost gay, bounded down the corridor. “Well, that’s over with. The old fussy cat—serves her right. Crying and whimpering around like a young pup just because someone spilled hot lemonade down her back.” Down the length of the corridor strode the black oxfords. Noiselessly the door of Room 117 opened and closed. Conventional black oxfords and black cotton stockings, but this time an even, unhurried tread down the corridor. The family must be notified. Too bad. some member of the family couldn’t have been with her. It all happened so quickly. Doctor Watson had been so sure; but one never can tell. People go on dying. Make them comfortable while they arc here. Hut when they go, there will be others.” Professional footsteps moved quietly and quickly down the quiet corridor. —Mary Drake r«] The Mirror THE ARTIST His hair was light; his eves, steel blue. You could see through and through He was a man—. Free as a deer, He lived life in bounds and leaps— And pauses, too. 1 saw him as he lingered on a sandy stretch Reside the restless sea, 1 stole up to him, bur he neve- spoke to me. Watching two clippers tacking through the waters, He had a yearning in his eye For strong winds—far out to sea, That swept the billows high. As he paused, I heard him say. 1 must be gone; 1 cannot stay. Years I’ve wandered in Arabian deserts With the tribes and the bold fierce sheiks. I’ve stayed long, too, in the land of old Rome And the land of the classic Greeks— Then under his breath, he talked of a land of gold— The land of art with its legends bold— Then he mumured something about Phantasime Pan Then 1 caught the words— The Parthenon. Greatest wonder IVe looked upon. When at last I looked up He was gone— Mayhap to the port of Zanzibar Or some other poit more distant far, Making his life one great whole— Alive in body, alive in soul— —Horace Hughens The Mirror THE DREAMER I thought that the dog would he old as the house, And the house as old as the sea And the people in the house as old as eternity. They are content in that quiet cove Sheltered and harbored, 1 can see. But I'd find my peace beyond this place Close to the roar of the waves. Perhaps when 1 have grown old and tired, 1 shall like a place to rest. An alcove like rheirs where the tide doesn’t change. And life is one even ebb and flow. And maybe m dog will be as old as the house. And the house as old as the sea And I in my house as old as eternity. —Virginia Bridgewater A MOTHER ON SI NDAV MORNING I give a final, extra press To all six ruffles on your dress; Vainly I hunt for pink silk socks Which you’ve cut up for goldilocks. 1 try to curl your hair, while you Keep hopping like a kangaroo; Then strive to tie a ribbon bow You won’t lose for an hour or so. 1 cope with jam, which always jumps Straight for your new y cleaned white pumps. And drop your purse in the goldfish pool With all of your pennies for Sunday School. Sometimes, my darling pride and joy. I almo.t wish you were a boy! •••Eva Lee Frederick 110] NATURE TWO ASPECTS While driving through the woods yesterday, we saw a fat grey squirrel dashing over brown crisp leaves. Then a molly cottontail hopped past and birds flitted from tree to tree as a pollen-laden golden rod danced to and fro. Everything seemed happy as we stopped to listen for the call of Nature inviting u to share the joy of living. Eater we decided to take a hike through the woods and do a little exploring. Wc walked for almost an hour picking nut , autumn leaves and flowers—and then found a little bird with a broken wing. Things no longer seemed happy. To add to our discomfort, a lizard shot across our path, a rattlesnake slipped close to us, while nearby some warlike ants mustered their armies. Then from afar wc heard a roaring cataract, and coming nearer, a cruel wind whistled through swaying trees. Nature now seemed unfriendly, but somehow more human; for in life the good and the ill arc often close together. So wc were thinking when the sky began to turn black with heavy thunder clouds. Before wc could get to our car, it started to rain. Wc ran for shelter to a big projecting rock, where we stayed for almost an hour, listening to the dismal beat of heavy drops on our crude shelter. Slowly the tain ceased, and from our point of observation, we could see trees clearer and brighter because of their shower hath. Later came sunset in which all colors beamed as if aflame with fire. When night began to fall and wc started home, we gave thanks that wc had ryes and ears and an inner sense to make us appreciate Nature—sometimes beautiful, sometimes stern. —Hilly Lindsley POPPIES Large fields of poppies growing, In the wind—gently blowing, While the sun’s glancing beam On the poppies, makes them gleam— Field of beauty! —Yriolet Svmonds mi T he Mirror REQUIEM TO EVENING Soft, like filmy silk, Darkness enfolds the world. After pale twilight Comes evening star— Silver and pearl. Noises softened by night Make a symphony deep and low. Singing a requiem To departed day, In measures sad and slow. —Freida McCarter INSPIRATION OF MORN Lights glimmering in the dusk, Half-hidden by fleeing mists Flicker—then die. A pale streak of rosy light Shows Morn is nigh. People here and there Busily go their way, Hurrying—ever. Spurred To new endeavor. —Freida McCarter [12] 1‘ it e Mirror AT HARVEST TIME The air was clear and bracing, The distant stars shone blight. Among grey clouds went racing A Harvest Moon that night. Haystacks gleamed in the meadows, Moonbeams danced on the lane, Playing hide-and-seek with shadows Between the golden grain. Yellow rays in the sparkling lake, Rising, falling on the foam. Rippled in the water’s wake Gently trickling o’er the stone. Souls gazed on this splendid sight Sketched upon the midnight blue, Saw cherished dreams and fond delight Brighten, glimmer—then come true. —Rebecca Averyt FALL Blowing winds tell of winter cold, And that fall's retreat is near. But mellow pumpkins on yellow vines Speak words of lusty cheer. —Gwendolyn Harbuck MASTERPIECE Red leaves. Fiery red with mingling brown, Splashed like blood on bare background ; God’s masterpiece in nature’s frame— Autumn! —Michael White AUTUMN LEAVES The air grows chilly, the wind heaves a sigh. And the leaves turn yellow as the days go by. The wind blows fierce and the leaves let fly. Falling to earth from the gray blue sky. —Eva Lee Frederick [13] The Mirror SIGNS OF WINTER Whirling, drifting snow, Falling softly to the ground; Strong, sturdy winds That whip around Tall bare trees Against a graying sky; Weather-beaten houses, With chimneys smoking high. —Doris Kincaid RAIN A dreary little sign comes from afar With the dripping, the dripping of the rain. A lonely little wave climbs a sand-bar With the coming, the coming of the rain. Somebody’s tired baby falls fast asleep With the lulling, the lulling of the rain. Somebody's huge ship tosses on the deep With the beating, the beating of the rain. One of God’s pretty flowers drinks her fill. With the showering, the showering of the rain. One of God’s wee birds opens wide his bill, With the falling, the falling of the rain. —Freida McCarter THE WIND It nips the rosy cheeks, Sweeps the golden grain, 'Turns the windmill’s vane. It drives the smoke away; It makes the trees to sway— The wind. It tosses winged seeds in flight, It disturbs the duskiness of night, The wind—the wind. —Lawton Dcaa [14] REFLECTIONS FANTASY Perhaps you’ve seen him, though I doubt it, for few people have; and those have caught only a passing glimpse. I saw him once as the moon unexpectedly burst from a cloud in the cast. Even then his hack was toward me; however, as he looked over his shoulder, 1 felt his presence. He wore a flowing black mantle and a dignified top hat; at least, so it seemed. As he passed with a steady gait hut light step, 1 noticed his overcast countenance and his dark eyes—lustrous and dreamy; 1 heard his voice so deep-throated that I did not catch the words; I heard only his dusk) tones that left me awe-struck. Slowly his ample figure became vague, and then disappeared under the cover of darkness. He was gone into stillness—a stillness that remained until dawn; hut when Morning looked around the world and peered directly at me, I knew Night had passed. —Horace Hughens PRAYER Peaceful Becomes the scene As voices are raised In devout, reverent Prayer! —Florence Scalco FI NNY TO HE SOBER It is funny to he sober, clear-headed, and direct, while all about runs the hustle and hustle of unmeaning steps. While riotous action is running here and there without thought, it is queer to sit thinking that the world is moving without direction, and that things here today ate gone tomorrow. Why is the urge for happiness always the urge for wealth and power? In ages past, it seems there was never a time when gain was not the source and self the end. Even today people sit and wonder if they shall follow the wise and sober, or if they shall drink the drink of the selfish and reckless; and, in their drunken exhilaration, think it funny to he sober. Before they act, let them speak, not with one, but with one and twenty, the soberest of their kind. [15] —Curtis Mil wee 1 he Mirror THE WELL Why doesn’t it rain? The well is most dry. The bucket is heavy to pull up so high. If only the water were not quite so low. There wouldn’t be nearly so much rope to tow. Country folks are made and not born. At least, I hope they are. Otherwise, I would give up right now, because I'm certainly not a born one. After having lived in the city all my life, my recent move to the country has started me to thinking. City folks, who have never drawn water, don't know what it is. I’ll admit I don’t draw much, but I've tried it several times. In the first place, this particular well is very deep when it does rain—so now in dry weather it’s just that much farther to the bottom. In the second place, my water drawing muscles—if I have any—haven’t been developed. And in the third place, my delicate city hands hurt when I pull on the rough rope. The well is a drilled one, being about eight inches in diameter. The bucket is a long cylindrical tube with a valve on the bottom. Now, drawing the water wouldn't be half so bad if the bucket didn’t have a tiny hole near the bottom. Everv time the bucket is drawn up. a fine stream of water squirts in your face—or whatever happens to be in front of the hole. Of course. I wouldn’t ordinarily let a little thing like a stream of water bother me, but this happens to be very cold water, and 1 don’t like cold water in my face. It makes me think of the many winter mornings when mamma found me rather hard to awaken. Then, there's another thing which bothers me. I received verv definite orders from daddy, forbidding me to let the rope get on the ground. Consequently, I must wind it up as 1 draw. 'Phis would not be so bad. either, if I didn’t have to grab the rope and run half way across the yard with it in order to get the bucket up. Just how am I going to stand on the other side of the yard, holding to the rope to keep the bucket from going back down, and wind the rope at the same time? These are a few of the complications which 1 have encountered so far—and they continue to develop daily. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever become a real country girl. But, don’t get me wrong. I’m no sissy. I’m merely going through the process of becoming toughened. —Louise Badgley WHO SAID SO? We often hear talcs and rumors flying around from one to another, but it is very hard to check back and find out who said what. When there arc so many different interpretations tor each phrase and when so many expressions boiled down to bare facts mean absolutely nothing, we arc not sure of the truth of the reports. For instance, when our English teacher tells us our themes arc due in about two weeks, we conscientiously plan to write it “tomorrow.” [16] 1 he Mirror But when it is due we're still waiting for “tomorrow to come. Or, when we arc met face to face with the startling question, “When are you going to do it? , regardless of what it is we are supposed to do. we very nonchalantly remark, “Oh. some day next Tuesday.” (Wimpy the Great's favorite expression). Then when Tuesday arrives, wc always can have the ready excuse that there will be other Tuesdays. We cannot often resist the temptation to repeat what wc hear and therefore wc are classed as gossips” (gentlemen included). Finally, when, from curiosity, some worthy person undertakes to find out just where the rumor was so enthusiastically begun, we find ourselves in a pretty serious predicament. So we resort to the method of Turkey-Lurkcy, (1 guess you all remember the nuscry story). Ducky Lucky, upon being pointedly asked where she received her information replied, Gooscv-Lucv told me.” 1 guess Hcnny-Penny told her, Chickie-Little told llcnny-Penny, Rooster-Wooster told Chickie-Little. and as usual, the rumor was traced to a gentleman (of all people). So there, when we hear Women arc gossipers”. wc can, with a superior smile, ask, Who said so? —Juanita Baker THESE THINGS These things in life we count sweet: A child's small feet, Trust in God, The humble sod. A tosc serene, The garden's queen; A lowly flower with leaves aflame. That put vain honor all to shame. —Rebecca Milner [17] PEACE TWENTY YEARS No onr noticed him sitting there huddled against the park bench, dirty, ragged, and old. except a nearby policeman. Observing him casually, the policeman walked slowly over to him, pointed an accusing finger at him. and in a gruff voice said, “Move along, buddy, this ain't no place for you.” He gathered up his belongings and with occasional backward looks, shuffled along down Twentieth Street, crowded with throngs gathered to sec the Armistice Day Parade. As he edged along the crowd, he heard the jeers of boys and the slurring remarks cast for his benefit, but he kept on going. He had no time for such small matters. 11 is mind was filled with memories now twenty years old. Let the hands play; the hoys march. They hold no more glamor for him. He knows what war means. It isn’t the romantic thing that stories tell about. Hadn’t he been among the first to enlist when the call for men came? How proud he had been of his uniform and the shiny gun that rested on his shoulder. Hadn’t there been sighs from girls when he passed by? Yes—and kisses at the dock. Hut kisses didn't blot out the horror of the sights he had seen a few weeks later. Nor did the uniform stay tidy and clean. It was torn by barbed wire, and the mud was caked on it so thick that you couldn’t see the brass buttons he bad been proud of. He heard no bands, but the terrorizing music of bombs bursting in the air. He saw no marching men, but only those crawling on hands and knees in trenches—or those who crawled too far. These were the memories that war left to haunt him. Yes. he would move along and leave the parade for the gullible people who cheered the bands and marching men. —Clco Brown [IB] T he Mirror SOLDIERS’ BURIAL GROUND What arc these? Lancs of white, Rows that once were men, Never to respond again To human touch— War’s deso ation! —Harvey Wilson WE LOSE WHEN WE WIN On the field of battle How the drums do rattle! But when all the slaughter’s done Is the battle won? Battle lines with fearful clamor How they startle with their glamor! But so fearful the cost, Is not the victory lost? —Dwight Her long WHY Why must we have war? To break the hearts of women, To kill our men? The mother’s farewell. The sweetheart’s kiss; Then men march into hell— Does humanity deserve this? —Frank Nelson [19] THE STORY TELLERS CHAMPIONS May the fifteenth! On a smooth sandy tennis court a drama was taking place. The contestants seemed well-skilled in the art of tennis. One was a tall muscular man playing with the grace of a ballet dancer. Before him darted an exceedingly fast lad of fifteen years. I 'he ball flew back and forth keeping time with the gleeful shouts of the boy. The man drove the ball to the back line. Then with the smashing forehand the small wonder player sent the ball into the farthest corner. I he man purposely let himself be caught off balance, missing the ball. “Well. Barron, do you know what you’ve done?” the man asked as he came forward. “Ves, bather, 1 have beaten you—James Watson, America’s tennis champion! That makes me as good as champion of America.” 1 he ex-champion’s face clouded; he had been watching this vanity of his son for some time. As he sat down on the spectators’ bench, his meditation was broken bv Barron. Father, is something worrying you?” Mr. Watson sighed and replied thoughtfully, es, son, I m afraid there is. Barron, I am worried about you. You play for the championship of your school Friday and. . . .” “Why, Dad, don’t you think I can win the match? After all I just beat you.” Barron went through the motion of a serve, “See, Father, my form is perfect.” A es, son. I’ll grant that, but you also need a clear bead. Barron, you arc cocky and that is one characteristic a champion doesn’t possess.” With a flourish of his racket. Barron said, “Dad, iust wait until Friday and I’ll show you whether I can win the championship or not. A strange look passed over Mr. Watson's face. He said, “Barron, my father once told me this, ‘If a man gains the whole world and loses his head, he has accomplished nothing of any importance. Remember that, son, and you will never lose in the game of life.” Mr. Watson went to the dressing room while Barron kicked an imaginary pebble off the court. Fridav came, and Batron Watson was named champion of his school, giving his opponent four games in three sets. The four years that followed were filled with work and glory for Barron, now possessor of the district, state and western coast championships. But Mr. Watson was still concerned about his son's growing vanity and desire for glory. Nevertheless he worked diligently with Barron, giving him the knowledge of tennis that a champion possesses. But Barron in his cock-sure manner paid little heed to his father’s warnings. Grantlon Brice, famous sportswriter, heralded Barron Watson as the most promising young tennis player of all times, and dubbed him the “Wonder Boy,” of tennis. He predicted also that Barron Watson would be the winner of the coming National Championship Tournament. [20] T he Mirror Barron’s ego was fanned to a fame; he threw discretion to the wind and became a popular figure at dances, house parties and receptions. Nature was preparing for the coming winter as were the people of America preparing for the coming championship tournament to be held in Forrest Hills on October 24. Barron, feeling himself as good as his father, had for sometime skipped his practice with him. The ex-champion saw little of his “Wonder Boy” who was usual!) dashing about enjoying wild social engagements. When Barron was at home, Mr. Watson usually sat in meditation or walked down by the tennis courts seeking solitude. The day of the tournament arrived, bringing as much happiness to Barron as it did to the ex-champion. Barron battled his way to the finals amidst the cheers of the adoring spectators. There was a tall muscular man. nearing forty years of age, who was a habitual spectator at the tournament. His steel gray eyes scrutinized the “Wonder Boy like a falcon watching his prey. The man’s troubled face would beam with enjoyment as Barron's smashing forehand lofts carried him on to viltory. A frown would crease his brow, however, as he watched his son’s backhand stroke. Nevertheless, the “Wonder Boy was to play “Cotton Burton in the finals. “Cotton , a boy of twenty-one years who hailed from Alabama, had battled his way to the top along with Barton by his cleverness of placement, smashing drives and his ability to seek out his opponents’ weaknesses. Today as Mr. Watson sat in a spectator's seat to view the championship match, the lines in his face drew a picture of troubled thought. A great roar of the crowd interrupted his meditation as he saw his son striding across the court. The ex-champion saw Barron smile and how graceful!) to the crowd. Many were the salutes that found their mark. A few moments later, a small burst of applause burst forth as “Cotton Burton walked across the court. One readily saw the crowd favored the “Wonder Boy . He strode nervously onward. Mr. Watson saw the boys stroll over to the referee to receive their instructions. Then with an affirmative nod of their heads, they returned to their respective courts after Barron had won the serving toss. As “Cotton nodded that he was ready, Barron stepped lightly to the base line to deliver his serve. He threw the ball high into the air and blasted a cannon ba 1 for an ace. The championship match was underway. Mr. Watson, watching his son’s dazzling speed, saw him take the first set six games to three. 'Flic crowd roared its approval, hut Mr. Watson knew Cotton Burton was trying to find a vulnerable spot in Barron’s form. In the third game of the second set. the ex-champion saw what he had been dreading. Cotton Burton drove the sphere in the far corner to Barron’s backhand. The “Wonder Boy with poor form returned to the net. A gleam of satisfaction passed over “Cotton's face. He had found the vulnerable spot. Immediately Burton began storming Barron’s backhand with a barrage of terrific drives. There was a subdued murmur from the crowd as Barron, momentarily at a loss, dropped the second set seven-five. Mr. Watson sank down in his scat, and waited. The third set proved to be a close, hard battle. Barron, playing with cold perspiration on his brow, used his dazzling speed to utmost advantage to overcome his weak backhand and take the set nine-seven. The fourth set found the crowd trying to cheer Barron on to victory. A few out-of-place jeers directed at Burton were heard amidst the roar. “Cotton, being the [21] T he Mirror less experienced of the two contestants, was becoming the victim of strain. His strokes were becoming erratic and ill-timed. A tennis player’s most dreaded enemy was taking possession of ‘‘Cotton’’ Burton; he was speedily becoming rattled. This was something Mr. Watson hadn’t anticipated. Barron, sensing this change in Burton, began playing with greater zest, winning the fourth set six-four. Thus winning the best three out of five sets, the “Wonder Boy” was crowned the national tennis champion. Barron, breaking away from a mob of autograph seekers, returned home to find his father in the library. “Well, dad, what do you think of me now?” he exclaimed as he came toward his father. Mr. Watson turned, and looking into his son’s eyes, replied, “If the sentiment of the crowd had been reversed. ‘Cotton’ Burton would at this moment be champion of America.” Barron raised his eyebrows in surprise and said, “Why Dad, you talk as though Burton is a better player than I.” “With your present backhand, that is exactly what I mean,” was the clipped reply. “Son, get up in the morning at six for another tennis lesson.” A hot flush passed over Barron’s face, “I don't need a lesson; 1 can beat anybody in the world, even you. I have done it and I can do it again,” he replied in a confident tone. “And all this running around that you arc doing! You can’t play.” “That is my own business, Dad. and if you don’t like it I can leave,” Barron remarked heatedly. As the ex-champion left the room he said softly, “That won’t be necessary, son; I’ll get my ticket. “But Dad, I. . .’’ Barron dropped his voice to hear the fading foot steps of his father going down the stairs. Thus the partnership of Barron and his father was broken. Barron went wild seeking pleasure in riotous parties. At one of these parties, Barron, being in a boisterous mood, challenged all-comers. This statement made headlines in the nation’s papers. After defeating two challengers for his title, Barron received a mysterious challenge signed by Mr. “X”. The match was to take place in Edison Square Garden. September 15. The tabloids played this mysterious challenge up to the highest degree. A sell-out crowd was to attend. On the night of September 15, Edison Square Garden was the scene of a seething mass of humanity. The people hardly knew the seats had backs in them. Everyone was keyed to a high pitch. As usual Barron received a great ovation as he walked on to the court. The bright lights showed his slim figure to an advantage. Cat-like in his movements, Mr. “X” was hardly noticed till he glided across the court. Mr. “X’s” cheers consisted mainly of awed gasps and deep murmurs. From his masked face to white shod feet—he was the very essence of power and speed. His broad shoulders, deep chest and trim hips supported by staunch legs, made him a picture of physical beauty and athletic ability. Having received their instructions from the referee the players tossed the coin for the serve. Barron took the balls and walked to his back line. At a nod from Mr. “X”, the “Wonder Boy” threw the ball into the air and drove his opening serve with [22] Tme Mirror superb placement. He was again defending his coveted title. Barron had the speed of an antelope and used it to a great advantage, taking the first set six-two. The second set found Mr.“XM cleverly running Barron all over the court by perfect placements. Nevertheless, Barron’s speed overcame this and he took the onesided set six-one. The crowd started to roar for Barron to make the kill as the third set came up. As the roar died down. Barron saw a change come over Mr. “X”. 'I he hooded face was thrust forward on the bull neck, and a low inhuman chuckle came from behind that mask. The eyes became burning brands of fire. Mr. “X’s” movements were no longer those of a tennis player; he moved with the speed, grace and ease of a panther—stalking the antelope before him. He swung his racket with the speed and power of a striking lion. Cold perspiration stood on Barron's face. He now knew he hadn’t won the last two sets that they were given to him. Mr. X started a barrage of smashing drives to Barron’s backhand, winning almost every point. 1 he “Wonder Boy” tried some old tricks his father had taught him, but Mr. ‘‘X’ was always there. Mr. “X” never let up, never got tired, smashing, driving with killing speed. The crowd started screaming for Mr. “X , the “expert”. Barron’s nerves were ready to break. His opponent’s eyes bored into his very soul always calculating his next move. He wanted to scream for mercy. Barron went to pieces. 1 he Wonder Boy” lost the next three sets winning only three games. Barron, wet with perspiration, came forward to shake the hand of his dcfcater. Mr. X” slipped off his mask—the stands went wild. Barron sucked his breath with surprise. Standing before him with his hand outstretched was his father. Barron dimly heard the crowd shouting, Big Jim Watson! Big Jim Watson! Barron clasped his father’s hand in a firm grip and spoke in a subdued voice. Dad. if you are willing. I want to take those tennis lessons.” The look that Mr. Watson returned his son more than said he was willing. It was a look of reconciliation between father and son. —Bruce Wilson MEMORIES With my memories, Memories of old, 1 am weaving a web A web of gold. [233 —Mary Elizabeth Drake The Mirror LET ME TELL YOU! It was in the fall of 1936 that our small party entered the icy regions of Northern Canada. We pitched camp by a large mountain —a mountain so high that it took the sun half a day to climb. Every day we went deer hunting but the deer were so fast that we did not have time to raise our guns. We hunted for about a week before a deer was killed. I happened to be the one to kill it. It was on a brisk morning. I was so cold that 1 could have been sold for ice. Well, anyway, I took my trusty “gat” and started up the aforesaid high mountain. I would run a while, then walk a little, and then stand a few minutes behind a tree. After several hours 1 reached the top of the mountain where 1 heard a scratching noise to my right. I glanced quickly in that direction; well, o and behold—there stood a big, beautiful deer nipping frozen leaves. Quickly 1 raised my gun. but by the time I was ready to fire, the deer had gone. Well, it was too late to stop action, so 1 pulled the trigger. If that deer hadn’t been so fast, he would not have been killed; tor by the time the shots had reached the nearby mountain, that deer had reached the top also, and he ran right into my shots—or my shots into him! —Harry Rives A VAGABOND A vagabond in carefree mood Whistled gaily in rapturous solitude. The golden rod was swaying to and fro Along the winding country road. He stopped a while and picked a few, And looked upon the glistening dew. The caressing whisper of the wind Told tales to him that never end. —Eva Lee Frederick [24] T he Mirror THE GHOST WALKS Have you ever seen a ghost walk? I did. last summer. Some little boys in the neighborhood concocted a scheme whereby a ghost would float out of an alley. The ghost was a sheet on a coat hanger attached to a string. The first victims were two negro men, returning from work wearing heavy rubber boots. As they trudged along the street, one said. “How com’ us don't nebber see Joe no mo' ?” “He tolc me dat de don't nebber drive dere car in de day time cause de ain’t got no license: de jes' drives it at night,” replied the second darky. At this point one of them spied the ghost and shouted: “Look a dere. man! Com' on, pick 'em up! The last I saw of them they were galloping around the corner as fast as their heavy boots would allow. Our laughter had hardly subsided when two negro boys came down the alley in which the ghost lay in waiting. Their gay talk and carefree laughter could be heard before they came into view. However, it was not long before other sounds could be heard. Such sounds as: “Lawsv me, a ghost! and Glory be! The first negro had a head start on the second, but the former continued to run until he reached the protection of the street lamp. It was not long before a colored man and woman happened to pass along. These were conversing in loud tones about a friend of theirs. “Dat nigger, said the- woman, “is de laziest, good-for-nothingest piece of trash I’sc ebber seed. “Where do he stay now? asked the man. This question was not answered, and by this time the reason should be obvious. The colored gentleman retraced his steps so quickly that one could almost see the pavement roll up behind him. I’m sure the woman would have quickly followed his lead had not an automobile passed at this inopportune moment. The headlights revealed the .string to which the sheet was attached. The woman tried to tell the man this, but he replied: “No sir, I ain’t gwine dat way. 1 knows a ghost when I sees one! Com’ on here, nigger! And back they went in the same direction from which they had come. —Marjorie Dolvin [25] THE PAST JULIUS CAESAR ACT I Scene I—The living room of a little green bungalow somewhere in Birmingham. About 8 a. m. Enter, Calpurnia and Caesar. Cal.—What mean you, Caesar, think you to walk forth1 ? You shall not stir out of your house today. Cae.—Caesar shall forth. Cal.—Thrice2 and again have 1 asked thee, yea, verily, have I implored thee to pay your chauffeur license.8 Know ye not that yesterday was the last day. The Ides of March arc come.4 Cae.—The traffic cops that threaten me ne’er looked but on my back; when they shall sec the face of Caesar,5 they shall vanish. Cal.—Peace ho, my lord. Last night 1 did have a most remarkable dream. I did sec most strange sights, I did hear most unusual sounds.0 Cae.—Did I not warn thee against a second goblet of Mrs. Brutus’ homebrew.7 Enter Dec ins. Caesar s office boy. Dec.—Caesar, all hail; good morrow, Caesar, 1 come to fetch thee to the office. Your boss wishes to discourse with you upon some very weighty8 matters. Cae.—Thou art come in a happy time to bear my greetings to the president of my company. Tell him I will not come today. Tell him I am out of gas.0 Cal.—Hie thyself hither, Dccius, say lie has a flat tire.10 Dec.—Let me know some cause lest I be laughed at when I tell them so. Cae.—Thou art mv friend, Dccius. Thou hast proven this to me many times. I hou hast turned many collectors and agents from my private office. 1 will confide my fears in thee. Dec.—Ah. and well you may, noble Caesar. 1. This docs not refer to the order of his walk, but is interpreted to mean, To take the air.” 2. Once plus twice. 3. Driver’s license. 4. The dead line for Caesar. 5. There is no contemporary evidence that Caesar's face had been lifted at this date; on the other hand, he had not been in a wreck or played football. 6. There was no anti-noise law in Caesar’s time. 7. This is unintelligible in the light of modern repeal. I probably a misprint and should read Rome-brcw.” 8. Probably at the instigation of the Bureau of Standards. 9. Costliest rejuvenating fluid. 10. Due to a sharp instrument. [26] The Mirror Cac.—Calpurnia. here, my wife, stays me at home. She dreamt last night that she saw my statute disfigured by many cruel blows of the traffic cop’s billet,n and afterwards draped in becoming stripes while my Ford,12 my little roamin’ Ford, was overwhelmed by plebeians seeking souvenirs. She hath interpreted this dream as a warning, and on her bended knee hath begged that I remain at home today. Dec.—This dream is all amiss interpreted. It was a vision fair and fortunate. Your statue draped in stripes only represents your statue, hereafter draped in blue ribbons of glory. The downfall of vour little roamin’ Ford is only a forerunner of the wonderful Maxwell15 that shall be yours. Cae.—And well hath thou expounded it. Dec.—Oh. great Caesar, the corporation hath concluded to give this day a raise to mighty Caesar. Cae.—1 will go. How foolish arc Calpurnia’s fears. I am ashamed that I have yielded to them. Calpurnia. bring me my garage key.15 Exit. ACT II Scene I—About 9 A.M. on Ides of March, on Second Avenue, Caesar’s little Ford dodging in and out of traffic. Caesar speeds across the street when the sema-phorc16 indicates “Stop.” T.C.—Hence, back, you ignorant knave. Is this a holiday? What, know you not. being city bred,17 you ought not go against the sign of the semaphore? Get you back. Cac.—Know’st thou to whom thou speakest? 1 am Caesar, manager of the Consolidated Factory of Spaghetti Sandwiches. T.C.—What carest I who thou art? Hence, get thee back. Cae.—Woe to the hand that detains the law-abiding Caesar. T.C.—Show thy chauffeur license.1' thou boastful, law-abiding Caesar. Cac.—(After fruitless10 search into extremities of his pockets). Mcthinks I did forget it and leave it at home. T.C.—Aha, thou law-abiding citizen, thou hast none. Come with me. (Blowrs whistle). (Recognizing Brutus). Cae.—Brutus, thou art my friend whom 1 love as none other. Rescue me from this saucy20 fellow, possessing an itching palm. 11. Formerly the policeman hard blow were made with a chih—not with a whistle. 12. Austin. 13. Lincoln Zephyr 14. Increment of emolument 15. Lock later replaced by Photo Electric Eye. 16. Traffic light 17. Light brc(a)d. 18. See Number 3. 19. Usually his pockets contained: apples, watermelon , quinces, crab apples, plums, etc. 20. Hi manner is said to have been chilly. [27] The Mirror 3ru.—I am sworn into the office, O Caesar. I have pledged to show partiality to none. Therefore, faithful Cassius, take him hence to the county jail. Cac.—Et tu Brute! ACT III Scene 1 Kru.—Birminghamites and jitney21 riders, hear me for my cause and be silent that you may hear: Believe me on my word as a traffic cop and have respect to my red and green sign, that you may believe; censure me in your wisdom, but keep low your voices lest the judge may hear that censure. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar, this is my answer. Not that 1 loved Caesar less, but that I loved my commission on his fine more. Had you rather Caesar were free and die all pedestrians,22 than that Caesar were in jail to live all free walking men? As Caesar loves me. 1 weep for him; as he was wealthy, I took his wealth away: as he is strong, I fear him; but as he was speeding, I arrested him. There arc tears for his love, a fine for his wealth, chains for his strength, and punishment for his speed.23 Who is so base that would go on his bond? If any, speak, for him have I offended. Who is there so foolhardy as to dare the traffic cops? If any, speak, for him have I offended. I pause for reply. All—None, Brutus, none. Bru.—Then none have I offended. Here comes Mark Antony. For my sake, stay here with Antony; I depart, and there are yet things of value in the Ford. Anthony—Friends, auto owners, and fellow sufferers from traffic laws: Lend me vout ears. The fines that men pa live after them. Unbroken laws are oft forgotten with their bones. So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus hath told you Caesar was stingy. It it be true, it was a grievous fault, and grievously hath Caesar paid for it. Here under leave of Brutus and the rest—and Brutus is a traffic cop, so arc they all. all traffic cops—come I to speak in Caesar’s behalf. He is my friend, faithful and just to me, but Brutus says he is stingy, yet Brutus is a traffic cop. He has broken many laws, whose fines did oft the Judge’s pockets fill. Did this in Caesar seem stingy? When that the pedestrians have cried, Caesar wept. Was he stingy with tears? I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, vet here am I to speak what I know. You all did love him once not without cause. What cause holds you then to pay for him? Oh. fines: Thou art fled to traffic cops, the chauffeurs24 have lost their money; bear with me. My heart is in the county jail with him. I must pause until it comes hack to me. But yesterday the Ford of Caesar might have '■tood against the world; now lies he in jail, and none so kind to go his bond. If you have cents, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this Ford. I remember the first time Caesar ever rode in it. ’Twits on a summer’s evening in Pratt City, that day he raced the B.R.L. P.23 Look, in this place ran the traffic cop’s handle bars 21. Driver of machine opposite of perpetual motion—u er of hydraulic break . 22. Those who choose to run or lie very still. 23. Ten miles an hour. 24. Motorist . 25. Birmingham Electric Company. [28] The Mirror through. See what a rent the envious cop did make in the gas tank of the lofty Ford, and as he plucked those cursed things away, mark how the gasoline of Caesar followed it! This was the most unkindcst gash of all, for the foot of Twentieth Street hill, while all the tank ran gas, the Great Ford stalled. Oh. what a stall was that, my countrymen ! Good friends, sweet friends, let me stir you up to a sudden generosity. They that have done this deed are traffic cops. What private reasons they have, alas, I do know; maybe for his money. 1 come not, friends, to steal away your wealth. 1 am no orator as Brutus is; I have neither wit nor words nor the power of touch to take away men's wallets.20 1 tell you that which you yourselves do know and bid your purses speak for you. 1 put a word in every stripe of Caesar’s uniform that should move the pennies of your purse to rise and pay. All—We'll pay. 1. Citizen—We'll go on his bond. 2. Citizen—No, pay the fine. 3. Citizen—Away then, come seek the jailer. Anthony—Enough, avaunt! But pass the hat. the sound of pennies27 will be as music to mine ears. Then we’ll away to Caesar. Written by English Class of Central High School. Christmas Number of Mirror. 1921 Modernized notes by Ben F. Heyward. Phillips High School. 26. Dough. 27. Tokens. [29] T he Mirror WEDNESDAY What an important day! This morning I got up at 6:30 in order to have time to dress as carefully as 1 could ; not that I think “Clothes make the girl,” hut I think they make possible an interesting revelation of individual attractiveness. For example, Greta Garbo off stage in dark glasses, very sporty clothes, and a mannish hat pulled down, shows no apparent attractiveness. Hut on stage there’s really no one more attractive, the cynosure of all eves in movie audiences. Today I would play my role on stage. I ate my breakfast too hastily and waited impatiently for the 7:35 car. At last! The perfect beginning, I had thought. Hut—1 had missed him. I got to school and loitered at my locker—no Hill. At 8:15 1 just had to get an O. K. to my locker again. To get there 1 went by his session room door and on around by his locker. HORRORS! There he was talking to a little brunette. I managed to say, “Hiva,” but that was all—and I’d so wanted to tell him we were going to a dance Friday night instead of the movie. Throughout the day I enjoyed the lonely companionship of my dejected spirit. Although students were all around me, inside 1 couldn’t have been more alone. Finally the seventh period bell rang. 1 had written an essay on “The Progress of the World” for geography. It was a long one. Mr. Thomas gave me nearly all of the period. It covered a lot of territory—and Hill was in the class. At the close of the day I returned a book to the library and then literally ran out of the building. 1 couldn’t bear to go out with the crowd, and I couldn’t help running either. I must get home to get hold of myself—to think, to sit by myself —and think. There I would find rest and contentment; instead, I opened the door into a living room filled with happy, chattering ladies, enjoying a Wednesday afternoon of bridge. I only spoke and disappeared, breathing a sigh of relief only when I beheld my little writing desk littered with papers, still unchanged from last night’s inspiration on “The Progress of the World.” I had dinner with the family. I wasn’t hungry but 1 ate almost greedily. I returned to my room and my desk. 1 would write another geography paper. Hut I must roll up my hair first. 1 parted it into a thousand strands and rolled each one carefully on my pencil and pinned it securely with a bobby. Just as I was thinking how nice it would look tomorrow, even until seventh period, I heard the door bell. It scared me out of my wits. Then “Hello. Come on in-----Ruth!” It was like the call of the wild. My hair all rolled up and a caller! Well, 1 don’t care; one of the neighborhood gang, I thought. Hut it wasn’t. It was Hill. Just dropped by to say he didn’t like the way I had spoken and wanted to know why I was acting so cool. I could never tell him the truth. Ididn’t want him to know; instead, I told him a little white lie. I said I had been in a hurry to get to the office. 1 wanted to ask what he and the brunette were saying. I couldn’t. He seemed not to suspect or understand the cause of my confusion. Maybe she was just a girl in his session room and he was just talking casually and walking to the door with her without giving it a second thought. Anyway, wc are going to the dance Friday night. It’s 9:30—I can write my geography paper and sleep in peace. [30] —Ruth Kirkland Th i Mirror SCHOOL DAYS When I was a lad of six, My thoughts turned toward school. Only one month and I was to enter— That month was the longest of my life. Upon entering school many things I wanted to learn; First came the alphabet and drawing; Then came art, reading, writing, and arithmetic, And the golden rule of the hickory stick. As years rolled on, 1 found myself in higher classes— From the first grade to the eighth. Then came the day of graduation. The day 1 was proud and never forgot. High School to me seemed a vast unknown. Long halls and strange rooms, Multitudes of pupils who all looked alike. I found myself lost to the rest of the world. First a freshman, then a sophomore. Then 1 began to think of being a junior. When 1 became a junior, I began to admire many silly girls Who seemed to me diamonds and pearls, But I learned my lesson. They were expense and trouble. So I joined the bachelors’ club. And for a short time was a free man—but very lonesome. Because of football games and dances, I forgot my lessons— So. I failed many subjects, Yet I had sweet romance. Finally, it dawned That a future was somewhere for me; I began again to study Until a senior I became. In my senior year, school was hard; I had to work and study. Now the day is near, When my school days will come to a close. As 1 look back, 1 seem to see Hard days in school and long walks to and fro, Heartaches and joy's, all alike dear to me— All of which will bless my future life. [31] —Sam Culotta The Mirror IT’S ALL IN FUN Football is a game of charm, Where crowds roar at a broken arm And think it’s all in fun. Listen to the people cheer When Johnnie gets a twisted car— Too bad, but it's all in fun. Kick that goal; make that point; Tear those tigers limb from joint. Who cares, it's all in fun. Football is a roughneck’s play, Where bones are broken day by day. Hut it’s all in fun. Who’s ahead? What’s the score? Come on, team, that calls for more. Yes, it’s all in fun. Second down and three to go, All right, team, let’s make a show. We know it’s all in fun. Hold on, pal, what’s your hurry? The game’s not over, look at ’em scurry. They know it’s all in fun. The score’s against us six and ten, We don’t care if they do win. Because it’s all in fun! —George F. Hostel! CURRENT EVENTS CLASS After the crisis of “Edward and Wally’’, We have heard much of “Chamberlain’s folly’’; His conceding to demands and wishes of Hitler Has made Czechoslovakia “littlcr and littler.’’ Now that Hitler has been granted this. His eyes are turning to the Communists; If Stalin doesn’t do something quick It will be too bad for the Bolsheviks. Meanwhile Britain is hoping for reconciliation With Edward and Wally for the sake of the nation, For throughout the empire, Edward, loved by all, May save the empire a tragic fall. [32J —Frank Nelson The Mirror DUMMY (With apologies to Kipling). I went into a high school to get an education. The principal he up and says, “Did you pass your examination?” The registrars behind the desk—they laughed and giggled fit to die. They knew me and I knew them, so I couldn’t tell a lie; Chorus:—Oh. ’twas. Dummy, this, and Dummy, that, and Dummy, you’re not alive;” But ’twill be, Good boy, Mister Dummy,” when 1 make a sixtv-five. When I make a sixty-five, when I make a sixty-five, Oh, ’twill be, Good bov. Mister Dummy,” when I make a sixty-five. I went into room two-two-four to study a little math, Oh. gee! was I surprised at Miss Math Martin's wrath, She looked at me, 1 looked at her; 1 swear I thought I’d die— 1 outs into the hall again, and to myself says 1; Chorus:— Oh, etc.,” Alas! When I went to one-two-five; 1 thought I’d not get out alive, Miss Harris gave me a Latin test; 1 flunked although 1 did my best. But 1 should worry, next time I’ll strive To make a measly sixty-five. Chorus:— Oh. etc.,” I did not graduate on time, And now I’m running out of rhyme, I’ll have to stop this foolish ditty For I hope for more than idle pity. And 1 sincerely hope, since I have tried— I’ll get at least a sixty-five. Chorus:—“Oh, etc.,” —Harry Thomson [33] THE FUTURE CONGRATULATIONS, SENIORS! (From a Member of the Seventh Semester) It’s glad news—graduation time is coming. In every high school, as soon as graduation approaches, the atmosphere becomes brighter and gayer. No one knows better than you, seniors, what a wonderful feeding it really is. As we, the envious members of the seventh semester, look up to you, wc congratulate you and look forward with eagerness to the time when we will he in the some dignified position. Most of you have served “your term without extra rime. Congratulations to you! To you, extra term servers, congratulations for your longer apprenticeship! You will have the delight of your rings, flowers, and invitations. You’ll enjoy, too, the feeling of sitting on the stage, and the last hour of anticipating diplomas. Your parents believe you have worked hard, and they realize that a high school education has opened for you a field for greater work. Congratulations! One semester ago you were in our places—happy and dignified; yes, hut not nearly so happy and dignified as you are now. Semester Seven will strive to reach the pinnacle you have now attained. Our hats are off to you! And since you know how many hatless boys and girls in Semester Seven troop each day to high school, you will understand the heartiness of our congratulations. —Catherine Worthington THE ROAD TO SUCCESS Since I have been getting the foundation for my future by education and development of character for such a long time, I think now 1 should like to take a trip—an imaginary trip along the way that I’m to go. My destination will be Success; my route, only a plain and simple road. First. I must pack my grip with Knowledge and fill ray purse with Wisdom. I'm going in my nutomobilc. Ambition. What may be ahead is yet to come, for I cannot get there in a day or even a week, but neverthelcs I’m steering straight down Success Boulevard. 1 stopped at a filling station to get my car in order. It was just what Ambition needed, for it was the service station of Encouragement. Now we arc off. I passed Hopeless Cave with my head in the air [34] T ii e Mirr 0 r and Ambition going at sixty miles an hour with the speedometer reading gaining bv degrees. I thought at that rate 1 should surely reach my destination soon. Imagine my surprise and dismay when I collided with a large automobile. Temptation. I was almost ready to give up, since Ambition was wrecked so badly. All of the tires were flat. It was the most discouraging experience of my whole life, although I was thankful that I had not been injured. I went to a telephone nearby, and asked the Encouragement Service Station to send help at once, but too many orders were ahead of me. I must wait. There I sat waiting on the side of the road late into the night. Out of the blackness, I saw a dim light through the thick fog. It was the repair truck. With it came bright new hopes of getting a new start. I was soon traveling fast trying to make up for lost time when I heard a siren. More trouble. I slowed down for fear of being arrested for speeding. I felt that there was something besides accomplishment that I had overlooked; hence the wreck when I had least expected it. Ambition might overleap itself. 1 would drive with tempered speed. When I came to a traffic light, instead of red. it was an Evergreen signal. This was luck because we had no time for stopping since we must not keep Success waiting too long. This boulevard led right to a poor road, and how I did hate to drive on it, for perhaps it might cause Ambition to become discouraged. How great my relief, when I was informed by the Good News Post Office that this was Failure Avenue and it was closed for a week. We had to take the hazardous detour but 1 thanked my stars that I had been spared the Failure Road. We were then directed to a lane that had not been traveled so often as Failure Road. I knew that it was exactly right because a sign board read “Happiness Lane. I knew 1 could not possibly be headed in a more fortunate direction. I did not leave this street because Ambition was running smoothly, and as we came nearer another sign read “Success Ahead”. It seemed as though Ambition was so eager to speed that I could hardly keep in the ruts of the narrow road. Suddenly Ambition stopped, and I could not possibly get it started again. We had arrived at a closed gate which the gate keeper told me was Success. He had orders to open the gate for no one but a person of my description. Upon asking his name, I learned that he was Fortune. Before 1 had time to introduce myself, Prosperity came running to meet me. He presented me with a copy of the Golden Rule which would admit me to all the privileges of Success. He took me by the hand and led me to my very own office. I was to be the new manager of a large office. I felt the long-hoped-for joy as I came in contact with my new companions. 1 now realized that I had gained a favorable termination of my long, laborious journey. —Layurah Thomas [35J Tme Mirror A NEW LEAF REVIEWED Ah! Here it is nearly January 26, 1939—and a new year lies before me. And, of course, the new year brought new resolutions. My first resolution was to crawl out of bed every morning at 6:30—no matter how sleeps' I was! What? You sas 1 made that one last year. We’I. I have a vague remembrance. Now, don’t scold. 1 know I haven’t been getting up, hut January has been a cold month. What’s that? You say that it usually is cold in the winter. Yes. but you can’t expect me to be perfect all at once. Y'ou wait—I’ll keep my resolutions in February. My second resolution, you accusingly say, was to keep my room straight. Yes, each morning I did plan before I left for school to be a good housekeeper. You say, too. I’ve been late to school this month, but you wait until February. I am going to get up at 6:30—and don’t you forget it! My third resolution was: “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” What did you say? Y'ou want my chair. Oh, iook here, I wouldn’t want you to do that for me. It’s so warm here by the fire, and besides the new year isn’t old yet. Give me time and I’ll catch up with my resolutions—by February I hope to be running on schedule. —Frances Brown TOMORROW Tramp, tramp, tramp, our youths are marching Onward, onward, toward their goal, Firm in purpose, engaged in battle, Without the drum’s deep roll. Tramp, tramp, tramp, along the highway, Forward, forward, through civic fray. See our citizens of tomorrow Marching on their way, Establishing through reason's pleading What the world is deeply needing, Justice of a newer day. —Ben F. Heyward [36] T h e Mirror [37] The Mirror CLASS OF JANUARY, 1939 i MOTTO: Ardent us scitari FLOWER: Daffodil COLORS: Purple and Gold President ..... Ross Martin, Jr. Vice-President ................................. Jack Gordon Ferrell Secretary Ethel May Morland Treasurer John Wvchc Blake Orator Gray Carroll Buck, Jr. Poet................................................. Freida Maia McCarter Idealists Fred Henry Mohns, William Courtenay DrLorme Pianist Betty Louise Kendrick drtist ...................... William Elvin Webster COMMITTEES RING Miss Verplanck, Sponsor Bennie Scogin '.hairman 7th Sent. Elizabeth Fitzgerald Wayne Peake Wvnelle Cobb Anne Barnes INVITATION Miss Rowe, Sponsor Wilbur McDuff, Chairman 7th Sent. Marie Pike Harold Richey Frank Davidson Ruth Campbell MOTTO Miss Senn, Sponsor Mary Wolford, Chairman Almeta Anderson Harold Park COLOR AND FLOWER Miss Comer. Sponsor Horace Hughens, Chairman Elizabeth Gallops Margaret Broadwcll YEARBOOK Miss Ellis, Miss Beard. Sponsors Sarah Cottrell, Chairman Wendall Simmons Harold Park Joe Kowitz Marjorie Dolvin COMMITTEES ON SCHOOL ACTIVITIES PUBLICITY COMMITTEE FOR SENIOR PLAY Eleanor Church, Chairman Jacqueline Marshall Jennie Mae Webb ADVERTISING COMMITTEE FOR ANNUAL John A. Reynolds (38J John Blake Bill Sntalcs President's Message today Today, as we stand on one of life’s pinnacles, our graduation, we survey all of our past experiences. All of our yesterdays have unfolded to reveal the significance and importance of today. Every day comes to our mind as we glance at the past; even the many times we have dashed into class just a jump ahead of the bell and settled down to study; or the tense moments between classes when the combination on the locker just doesn’t seem to click; those precious moments wasted while standing in the lunch line as the period was nearing the end. I hese significant little glimpses and the more important ones found in books and in our experiences have combined to make perfect the glory of today. “Yet all experience is an arch where through Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades, Forever and ever as we move.” Today is the prologue of that world, tomorrow. As our motto, Ardemus scitari, suggests, we are eager to know what the future holds for us. Vhethcr some of us go first to find a place for ourselves in the busy life of the business world, or strive to increase our store of knowledge in some college, sooner or later we must reach that “tide which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune,” “and we must take the current when it serves or lose our venture.” Though perhaps we cannot claim with Bacon that history has made us wise, and poetry, wittv, we have gleaned something from the store and have learned to apply principles. Doubtless we shall miss the guiding hands of the sympathetic and understanding faculty, but we will remember their advice and plot our course in life by it. Tomorrow we shall be entirely responsible for all of our actions, l or that responsibility, whatever form it may take, we arc in a measure prepared. I hrough four years in school we have shouldered the responsibilities of a democratic school life. We have had the power to select our own teachers, our own courses and to elect our own student officers. In some cases we have even made decisions tor our lower classmen and have held positions of great trust. On every hand there have been activities in which we could take part according to talent or ability establishing m us the power of coping with the problems of adult life. . Today as we face that tomorrow, of course, we cannot tell what is ahead; we have a future more uncertain than that faced by the “Confederate soldier, stepping from the trench into the furrow.” For we of this day arc facing changes as radical and as swift moving as those of that era. 'I'he troubled old world is full of discord and unrest. 1 hey tell us that the nations of the world are arming and plotting against each other, that w ar is inevitable in the light of present affairs, that the machine has destroyed the initiative of the artist, that the morale of the people is falling rapidly. They tell us that civilization is declining and that democracy is doomed. In spite of such ominous prophecy we feel confident. We arc voung. We certainly have the opportunity to profit by the mistakes of others and form our own experiences in our democratic school. Here we have learned tolerance and cooperation, the uniting of minds and bodies to achieve a greater benefit for all. We have been tolerated and have tolerated others. e listen to tree ideas and weigh the problems carefully to determine if true or false. We have learned to respect facts instead of false propaganda. As we have worked in our democratic atmosphere we have had aroused in us the desire for publ.c service. We arc eager to know and to use that knowledge in solving the problems of today. . —Ross .Martin, Jr. [39] 1' he Mirror SENIOR CLASS POEM TO ONE ANI) ALL Thoughts like sunbeams shed their radiance, Revery wakes under cloudless sky: Nature breathes in all her sweetness— High in heart arc you and 1. Summer ti ls and roses blooming, Opening buds and water’s flow, Sunshine dancing, lightly glancing— All are memories that glow, Memories we’ve held together, In both blue and deep gray weather. As the sun is slowly sinking. Our hearts are rising with the moon. Soon the thousand stars of heaven Will gleam to vie with day’s high noon. So will our ambition. With striving might, Rise from darkness into light. Glimmering are the stars of heaven That light the Milky Way; Some steady shine, some flicker, Others flash, then fade away— As stars differ from one another Separate in glory. So our talents will tell Each a different story. When each new sun awakes the splendor Of many an inspiring new-born day, Then our hearts by ardor brightened Will choose the strong, the happy way. Some of us will shun quiet places; These will live with the busy throng Where the quick and hurrying paces Show currents of life pulling strong. [401 The Mirror Others will sing in woodsy notes Where the petty can never disturb; Remembrance to them the dale will give. A tangling green with growing herb Memories of our days together In both blue and deep gray weather. Love of nature and love for man Make fellowship beyond the clan; White of winter, green of spring. Blue of summer, red of fall. Breathe love and life to one and all. —Freida McCarter SENIOR CLASS ORATION FACING THE WORLD TODAY We of the modern generation are living in a rime of great social reorganization. We are struck by fear and wonder at the complex aspect of the new order. We are sincerely concerned with discovering the pattern which is being created so that we may find our own place in it. During the swift shuffle of the moment while we have been learning about the new and timely, we find ourselves even more interested in discerning certain enduring virtues. Although custom can “almost change the stamp of nature,” it may also be “more honored in the breach than the observance.” We want to discover and discard outworn customs and traditions, and cling to and build upon those which have enduring virtue. Sir James Barrie called courage the indispensable virtue. We must face the world today with two kinds of coinage: the courage it takes for an individual to fight his own battles; and the more dramatic valor to choose to fight the battles of others. We arc facing the world with few illusions, but with a sense of humor—of proportion or values; hence ours is a happy singing courage—to see beauty near at hand; to live conscious of greatness all about us; to find our joy in things that do not change; to follow the light whenever we see it, and as Robinson said: “But always in darkness he rode on Alone, and in the darkness came the light. Inspired by the spirit of courage and light, we will not follow banners and march for causes that we do not see to be the wisest. We arc human beings in the “machine age.' Individual and social control of machines and inventions is a fundamental challenge to great courage. Rebelling against the injustices of the machine and unemployment is not enough: courage and craftsmanship can master them to the betterment of society. Hemingway s phrase grace under pressure” expresses our definition of courage—the courage of the human mind and heart, not the power of the brute or the machine, is the true measure of success in the building of the new social order. Human needs being served by human beings with the aid of modern inventions will make men free to enjoy living peacefully and happily with their fellow men. —Gray C. Buck, Jr. [41] Tub Mirror Ross Martin, Jr. “Joe Bob Ambition: To be the man my mother expects me to be. Activities: Pro. Senior Class ’3S; Gen. Org. Chrnn. ejection Com. ’37. Clubs Com. ’38; Owen Pres. ’37, Viee-Prcs. ’38. See. '36; Asso. Head Usher ’38; Senior Play '39. Ethel May Mori.and Tuclcy “Tiny Mite” Ambition: To Jo my best at all times and under all circumstances. Activities: Sec. Senior Class; Vice-Pres. Gen. Or . ’38. Athletic Com. ’36. '37, Clubs Com. 36, Pub. Com. ’36 ’37 Pres Thalia 38. Vice-Pres. '37. Rec.-Sec. ’37. Critic '36. 35; 'ce-Prcs. G. L. C. '37; Vice-Pres. Dramatic Club 3 . 38; Inter-Club Oratorical ’37; Senior Plav '38, ’39. John Wyche Blake Jack Ambition: To live, not in words spoken, but in deeds accomplished. Activities: Senior Class Treas.; Gen. Or . Scholarship Com. 38; Usher '37; Owen Critic '38. Third Mem. Standing Com. 38; S. R. Banker ’36. ’37. Gray C. Buck, Jr. Gray C Ambition: To serve mankind. Activities: Senior Class Orator; Gen. Org. Law and Order Com. '38; Ushers '37. 38; Owen; Inter-Club Oratorical 3S; Mirror Board ’3S; Tennis Team. William Courtenay DeLormk, Jr. Duke Ambition: To reach success rapidly for one certain reason. Activities: Senior Class Vocalist; Senior Plav 3S. ’39-Pres. Student Council 38; Vaneev ; Dramatic Club; Glee Club; Chrnn. Election Com. 38; “Carmen . “Pinafore . Fr :iii Maia McCarter Fee Ambition: 'In meet Mr. and Mrs. Fortune but never Miss Fortune. Activities: Senior Class Poet; Honor Society '3S; Mirror Board '37. '38. F.ditor-in-Chicf '38; Annual Board '38; Council Member ’38; Astraca. William Elvin Webster “Rembrandt Ambition: To be the highest paid illustrator and commercial artist in A'ew York. Activities: Senior Class Artist; Gen. Org. Publicity Com. '37; Dramatic Club Pres. '38; Pen and Brush Club Pres. '37, 38; State Fair Poster Contest, 1st Prize '38. 2nd Prize ’37; 1st Prize Natl. Poster Contest '37. Ai.mf.ta McGavock Anderson Meter Ambition: To invent a machine to end worries. Activities: Nat. Honor Soc.; Gen. Org. Sec. '38. Scholarship Com. ’37; Thalia Treas. '36, Sec. '37. Vice-Pres. ’38; Dramatic Club Treas. 37. Sec. ’3S; Glee Club Pres '38; Mirror Board; Inter-High School Council '3S. Sec. '38. Wanda Louise Badcley “Weasel Ambition: To be able to form definite opinions without bring prejudiced. Activities: Damrosch Club '36. Vice-Pres. ’38; Membership Com. ’38; Annual Board. Marion Elizabeth Banks Sissic Ambition: , man who fortune's buffets and rewards Hast takrn with equal thanks. Activties: Nat. Honor Society '38; Aglaia Treas. '37. Mem. Com. ’37. Parliamentarian '38; Student Librarian; Mirror Board 38; Annual Board. [42] The Mirror Lawrence Wade Black “Hugo” Ambition: To conquer through work. Activities: Civitan Oratorical ’38; Orchestra; Dramatic Club, Chmn. Publicity Com. '38. Rufus Eugene Blocker “Jeep Ambition: To he able to pay income tax. Activities: Mirror Agent. James P. Bozeman Jim Ambition: To he as good as my mother thinks I am. Activities: Stamp Club ’36; Owen '38. Lynn Jerome Britt. Jerry” Ambition: To build a modern school of amusement. Margaret Aidean Broadwei.l “Margo Ambition: To sail on the good ship Happiness over the the sea of life. Activities: Mncmosyncan '36; Red Cross 35; Dramatic Club ’35; Pen and Brush Club ’37; Charter Member of Painters Club ’38; 1st and 2nd prize State Fair '38; Art Club program for P. T. A. '38. William Hubert Brown Ambition: To do better in the world than I have done here. Activities: S. K. Secretary '38. Catherine Craig Bullock Cat Ambition: To shine in use. not to rust unburnished. Activities: Mnnnosvnean '37, '38. Social Com. '37, Executive Com. '37. Vice-Pres. '38; G. I.. C. '37. '38. Pres. ’38; Pep Squad '38; Pres. S. K. 37, See. '38. Cleo Elizabeth Carney Toon Ambition: To put the best into life, and get the best out of it. Activities: Natl. Honor Soc. '38; Aglaia '35. 36. '37, '38, Executive Com. 36, Membership Com. '37. 38. C or-Scc. 3S; S. R. Sec. ’37. Banker '3S, Trcas. ’38; Marshal '38. Jack Durwood Carr Ambition: Not to exist but to be. Activities: Gen. Org. Sports Com. '3S; Sec. Phillip Rifles ’37, Vice-Pres. '38; Owen '37; Ushers '37, '3S; Council Member '38, S. R. Pres. ’37; Captain R.O. I .C. ’38; Track ’36. Mary Carter Ambition: To have a stable full of horses. [43] The Mirror Frank Anthony C'ekavolo, “Scrap” Ambition: To be able sometimes to stop and say. “Crravoh, you are a successful man today.” Activities: S. R. Pres. '34. '36, Vice-Pres. ’35; Sport Club 35. ’36, ’37; lli-Y 36. 37. '38; Varsity Football ’37 '38. Freshman Football '35. '36: Track Team '34, '35. Vincent J ames Chiareli.a Chicken Ambition: To be a big business man. Activities: Band ’36. '37. 38; S. R. Pres. '36. Banker '37: Pres. History Class '36; Mirror Typist '38. Annual Board and Typist '38. Eleanor Charlotte Church Ambition: To be and not to seem to be. Activities: Damrosrh Club '35. '36, '37, Sec. '38: “Susan B. Anthony '37; May Day '37. Orris Simpson Cooper, Jr. Oscar Ambition: To graduate from college and obtain a position where progression is obtained by one's own ability. Activities: S. R. Pres. ’38. Vice-Pre . '35. Council Member '36. Banker '35; Owen '37 '38; Phillips Sight '37. '38. Sarah Alice Cottrell Ambition: To smile and have the world smile with me. Activities: Annual Board 38; Mirror Typist '38; I halia 36, '37, '38. Publicity Com. '37. Chmn. Executive Com. '38; Inter-Club Stunts '36. '37: Dramatic Club '3$, 36. '37; Phillips Night '3S. Joseph Everett Cox Activities: S. R. Vice-Pres. '36; Hilliard 38. Earl Raymond Crim Ambition: To get paid for arguing. Activities: Owen '37, '38, Social Com. '37. Debate Team '38; Stamp Club '35, '36. '37; Dramatic Club '38; S. R. Vice-Pres. '35. Banker '36. Sam Anthony Cui.otta. Samuel” Ambition: To obtain fame, fortune, and happiness from Hfe. Activities: S. R. Vice-Pres. '35; Owen '36, '37. '3S; S. R. Banker '37, Mirror Agent '38; Annual Board '3S. William Dodge Cunningham Bill Ambition: To be an immovable object when she tries her irresistible forces. Activities: Gen. Org. Publicity Com. '3S; Owen 35, 36, '37, '38, Treas. '3S; I'shers '37, '38, Assistant Head I'sher '38; Tennis '38. Louise Hogan Daniel Ambition: To be a teacher. [44] The Mirror Mary Vknerva Darco Shirley Temple” Ambition: To obtain a position as a secretary or stenog-ra pher,. Activities: Mar. Class See. ’38; Armistice Program ’36. Harold George Dark ell Ambition: I dare do all that becomes a man. Activities: Phillips Honor Rifles '37, ’38; History Class Pres. ’38. Frank E. Davidson ••Bash , Butch Ambition: To take it with me but first !o { et it. Activities: Honor Society '38; Invitation Com. Senior Class; Aida , “Carmen”; Glee Club ’35, '36, '37; Owen '36, '37, Membership Com. ’38; Vicc-Pres. History Class '36, ‘37; Mirror Agent '38; State Music Festival. Lawton C. Dean Dizzy” Ambition: To be a Diesel engineer. Morris E. Dean Man Mountain Ambition: To be an aeronautical engineer. Activities: S. R. Vicc-Pren. '34, Pres. 34. Ben Dism like Ambition: To make a place for myself in life. Activities: Gen. Org. Publicity Com. '38 ; Yancey, Corr-Sec. '38; Tennis Letter '38; Ushers Club '36, '37. '38. William Clovis Disney Gu� ” Ambition: Always to lend a helping hand. Marjorie Gay Doi.vin Boody Ambition: To go. to see, and to conquer. Activities: Promethean '36, '37, '38; Carmen '36; Sec. History Class '37. Florence Lewis Do nelson Ambition: To be a success so that the world may be better off by my being here. Activities: Band '35, '36. '37, '38; Vcstalia '37, '38. Manuel Dorsky Dork Ambition: To make the happiest days of my past the saddest of my future. Activities: Basketball '35, '36. [45] The Mirror Arthur Bruce Douglas “Butch Ambition: To be at popular as Ferdinand the Bull Martha Marik Dreher, Bunt Ambition: To have an ambition. Clarence Raymond Dudley, Jr. “Slick Activities: Yancey; Pres. Science Club '36. ’37; Pres. Glee Club ’38; “Carmen , “Aida , ■'Pinafore , Senior Vaudeville; Musical Revue '35, '36, '37, '38; Music Festival '37. '38; S. R. Pres. '35. '36. '37. '3S, Mirror Agent '38. Jess Durward Durham, • Bill , “Tizzy Ambition: To make my first million dollars before am 21 yean old to I can retire anti live in Honolulu. Activities: Gen. Org. Clubs Com. '38; Hilliard Pres. '38. Vice-Pres. 36, '37. Treas. '35. '36; S. R Viec-Pres. ’35, '36. Banker '36. Mary Jo Edge Jo Ambition: To have an ambition. Activities: Miicmosyean '35; “Carmen” '36; Council Member ’37, S. R. Sec. 38. Lillian Evelyn Ellard Ambition: To be prepared to face the tv or Id Activities: G.L.C. 35, '36, '37, '38, Treas. '36; Captain Gym Class '35. Nancy Margaret Finch Margie” Ambition: To tick■ the football of life over the goal-post of success. Activities: Thalin '35, ’36; Vcstalia '37. '38; S. R. Pres. '38. Banker '37. '3S; Carmen , “Aida”. Elizabeth Hagan Fitzgerald. “Fit Ambition: To gain what I can, to lay up stores of love and knowledge, and to develop insight, skill and virtuosity of soul. Activities: Senior Ring Corn. '38; Gen. Org. Law and Order Corn. ‘38; National Honor Sorictv '37. 38, Pres. '38; Thalia '36, '37, '38. Treas. ’38; Dramatic Club '36. '37, '38, Chinn. Costumes Com. '38; Student Director Senior Play '39; Mirror Board 3S; Marshal '37, '3S; S. R. Pres. '35, '3S, Sec. '37. Banker '36. ’37. '38. Shirley Maf. Flowers Ambition: To do only what I want to do. but to get somewhere doing that. Activities: Personality Club '38; Marshal '38. Clara Nell Franklin, Tack Ambition: To build a home by the tide of the road and be a friend to man. Activities: G.L.C. '36. '37. '38; S. R. Sec. '36. Banker '38; Vice-Pres. History Class '36; Captain Gym Class '36. [46] The Mirror Eva Lee Frederick Ambition: It it better to wear out than to rust out. Activities Annual Board. Joel Raymok Frey Fats Ambition: To hr successful in whatever I undertake. Activities Mirror Circulation '38, '39. John Golson Halbert “Johnny” Ambition: To he healthy. happy, wealthy, and wise. Activities: National Honor Society 38; Vice-I res. Hist Class '36. Mildred Estelle Harmon Millie Ambition: To thine own self he true. Thou canst not then he false to any man. Activities: Aglaia '36, '37; G. L. C. '36, '37, '38; Armistice Program '36, '37; Sec. S. R. '36; Mirror Typist '38. Mary Louise Harris Ambition: May truth and honesty ga hand in hand with my turrets. Mollyanna Harvey “Molly Ambition: To he an elevator girl in a one-story building. Activities: Woodlawn: S. R. Sec. '34, Banker '35; Girl Reserves '34. '35, '36; Phillips: Mncmo yncnn '37, ‘38; Mirror Typist '38. Helen Beatrice Henderson Ambition: To get my diploma and Old Age Pension on the same day. Activities: Vestnlia '36, '37; Carmen ; Freshman Vodvil; Vice-Pres. History Class '38. Ben Farrar Heyward Ambition: To attain success through thoughtful effort. Activities: Owen '35. '36. '37. '38; Hi-Y Club '37, '38; Banker '36; Marshal '37, '3S; Vice-Pres. Hist. Class '37; Carmen , Aida ; Mirror Board ‘38; Annual Board '3S Ann Hill Ambition To always look for the silver lining. Harry Leroy Hill house •Roy Ambition: To become a good farmer Activities: Carmen ’36, “Aida ’37, Junior Glee Club ’37, Senior Glee Club ’38; Stamp Club '36; Science Club '37; Phillips Night '36, '37. '38; State Music Festival '35, '37; Mirror Agent '36, '37, '38. H7] The Mirror Lila Holbrook Ambition: To he as popular as Flat Foot Floogie Activities: Promethean 35, 36, ’37, ’3S. Stunt ’37; S. R. Vicc-Pres. '36, Council Mem. ’36, Banker '35. '37, '38. Wanda Delash.wv Holland Jeep Ambition: To create a dress that will hr original. Activities: Dramatic Club 35; Promethean ’35, 36: Personality Club 37; Mnemosvnean ’38; S. R. Banker ’36. 37. kbB Eugene Elberto Holmes ' Bert Ambition: To hr an rlrrtrical or radio engineer. Activities: Cheerleader ’37, Head Cheerleader '38; R. O. T. C. Officer ’37, ’38. Allen Moffitte Holt, III “Butch Ambition: To sell Unit's Ink everywhere. Activities: S. R. Banker ’36. Sec. ’36; Sec. Speech Class '35; Hilliard '38; Stamp Club ’35, '36, '38. Doris House Ambition: To make a success of my chosen career. Activities: Thalia; “Carmen ; Aida ; Glee Club; S. R. Pres. '34, Sec. '35, '36, Banker '34; Mirror Tvpist '38; Sec. History Class '38. James Horace Huchens, Jr. Inertia Ambition: To can. I cain’t, Uncan, I can , and say. conquered.” Also to he tops in Commercial Art. Activities: Sec., Vice-Pres. Pen and Brush Club '38; Annual Board. George Bernard Hughes Ambition: To rise like a tree in hath statue and learning. Activities: S. R. Pres. ‘36. Banker '35. ’36. Frederick Hurst Fred Ambition: To play on winning teams in the Rose Bowl and World Series. Activities: Gen. )r«. Sportsmanship Com. '38; S. R. Pres. '36: Hi-Y '38; Sports Club '36. '37; Football Ler.er ’37. '38; Baseball '36. '37. Anita Dell Jacobs Ambition: To he a great singer. George Stuart Johnson. Jr. Ambition: To he noted in some form of art. mainly as a magazine illustrator. [48] The Mirror Roy Ernest Jones Ambition: To discover the at mot fiber? attraction that causes my hair to he forever pointing skvsard. Activities: Gen. Org. Sporstmanship Com. ’38; Owen '35. Sec. and Critic '38: Ushers '37. '38; S. R. Vice-Pres. ‘35. Mirror Agent '35; Pro. History Class '38. Joseph Kowitz, Joe’’ Ambition: Never to get up early enough to he shot at sunrise. Activities: Owen ’36, '37, ’38; Mirror Typist '38. Helen Augusta Kropp Ambition: Never to close my friendship hook. Activities: S. R. Banker 36, '38, S. R. Sec. '35. 36; Vocal Class Pres. '36; Thalia '36. '37, '38; Carmen ; Marshal; Mirror Typist; Annual Rourd. Charles Lagman Red Ambition: To learn a little more about feminine psychol- ogy- Activities: Owen '37; Glee Club '36; Vice-Pres. S. R. '36, '37, ’38, Banker '36. William Benjamin Lindsley Chicken Ambition: To graduate. Alton Littleton Pluto Ambition: To become an aeronautical engineer. James Marion Lowery Ambition: To become an electrical engineer or Diesel Engineer. Eula Mae Luker Ambition: To put all my troubles in the bottom of my heart and sit on the tofi and smile Activities: Algaia '36, '37, '38; Mirror Typist '3S; Banker '36; Slum Com. '38; Inter-Club Stunt Program '38; Annual Board. Raymond Mitchell McCoy Scandal Red' Ambition: To achieve success. Activities: Vice-Pres. S. R. '34. Council Member '37. Hugh Smith McCullough, Jr. “Isb” Ambition: Not to be a crank, but rather a self-starter. Activities: Marshal 38; Pres. Photographic Club ’38; Mirror Agent '36. [491 T h k Mirror Wii.bur St a RUNG Me Duff Wu Wu Activities: National Honor Society '3S; Mirror Agent; Vive-Pres. Milliard '38; Vice-Pres. Senior Glee Club '38; Pres. History Cl.is- '30, '38. Pauline Lucn.r McLaney Cile Atnhition: Sever to II sharp, never to It flat hut always to II natural. Activities: Pierian ’34. '35; Clio '36, '37. 38. Treas. '38; Dramatic Club ’34, '35; G.L.C. ’37. '38; Inter-Club Muni 38; Mirror Board ’38; Orchestra '34; Band 36, '37. Christmas Parade 36, '37; Radio Broadcast '37; State Music Festival '37, 38 ; Auditorium Programs '34, ‘35. 37, 38; Council Member 38. ’ ' Walter Jack Manley. Red' Ambition: To get revenge on the photographer who took my picture. Rodimf. Lbnard Massey ••Jack' Ambition: To grow high like a tree in both stature and learning. Activities: S. R. Pres. '35, Banker 36, Council Member '37. Jack Buck Maaterson “Preacher” Ambition: To learn something about everything and everything about something. Margaret Moreland Ambition: To make my mother proud of me. Activities: Woodlawn S. R Sec. 35: Vcstalia Literary Society '35. '36. Sec. '36; Phillips S. R. See. '37. Vice-Pres. '38. Neely B. Newsom Ambition: To be a chief log-splitter in a toothpick factory. Activities: Mirror Agent '37. '38; Banker '38. Mary Lorens Xickikson, “Little Bit Ambition: To be a great literary iritii and short story writer. Activities: Aglaia Sec. '37. Pres. '38. 39; Thanksgiving Program '35; Pres. English Class '37; Mirror Typist 38; Honor Society '38. Frio Lranaro Orange “Flo Ambition: To Jo whatever I do better than anyone else can do it. Harold Franklin Park Park-ya-karkus” Ambition: To be among the highest in whatever I undertake. Activities: Motto Com. Senior Class '3S; Honor Society '37. '38; Law and Order Com. (Jen. Org. '37; Yancey '35, '36, '37, 38, Critic '38; Mirror Board ’38. Managing Editor '38; Annual Board '38; Marshal '35, '36. ’37. Head Marshal ’37; Glee Club 36, '37, '38; “Carmen”, “Aida”, “Pinafore , Ala. Sate Music Festival ’37. ’38; Phillips Night '36, '37, '38; Sec. Speech Class '37; S. R. Pres '35. '36. [50] The Mirror Milton Thomas Parker •Parker” Ambition: To tune in on station S-U-C’C-E-S-S without any static. Activities: S. K. Vice-Pre . '34, Pro. '36; Hi-V '38; Freshman Football. Charlotte Courtney Partlow Ambition: To succeed. Activities: Carmen ; S. R. Vice-Pres. '35, '37. Banker '35, ‘36, '38. Pres. '36; Pres. Harmony Class '38, Vice-Pres. '38; Sec History Class '38; Promethean '36, '37, '38. M rif. Spalding Pike Pikey Ambition: To he successful in all that undertake. Activities: Senior Class Invitations Com. '38; Gen. Orjf. Clubs Com. '38; Astraca '35, '36, '37. '38. Pres. '3S. Sec. 37, Critic 36, '37; S. K. Banker '35, Council Member 36, '37; G.L.C. Pres. '38. Morris Bernard Pitts Ambition: To win friends and marry the boss' daughter. Activities: S. R. Banker '36, 37. William Saxon Poarch Sax Ambition: To he more than a “quack” doctor. Activities: Photography Club Vice-Pres. 37; Owen '36, ‘37, '38; S. R. Sec. '35. '37; History Class Pres. 36. Vice-Pres. '36. William Redding Praytor. Bill Ambition: To always take the high road to success Activities: S. R. Vice-Pres. '36. Banker '35, 36. Harry Rives Teny Ambition: To he ambitious. Activities: Annual Board '38. James Veil Rives, Jr.. J. V. Ambition: To he silent and let others think me a fool, rather than to speak and remove all doubt. Activities: Pres. Gen. Org. '38; Publicity Com. ‘3S; Ushers '37. ’38. Head Usher '38; Yancey 36. '37. 3S; Pres. S. R. '36. '37. '38; Football '37. '38; Track 36. '37. '38. Charles Edward Robert Ambition: To lose a million without regret. Activities: Stage Crew '37, 38. Rosa Rose Dimples Ambition: To meet the world with a smile. Activities: Dam roach Club '34. 35, '36. 37. Sec. 35, '36. V;ce-Pres. 37; G.1..C. '35. 36, '37, 38; S. R. Sec 34. [51] T H K Mirror Norma Jbaxnb Sanders Nicki Ambition: To make the most of whatever I have and the best of whatever 1 am. Activities: Clio ’36, ’37, 3S; G.L.C. ’36, '37. '38; Phillips Night Progrant '35, '36. '37; Vaudeville !35. '36, ’37; Dramatic Club ’36, ’37, '3S; Senior Play '39; Sec. S. R. '36. '37. Benjamin Scocin 'Bennie Ambition: To succeed. Activities: Owen '35. 36, '37, '38. Sec. '38; Dramatic Club '35, '36; Hi A '38; Track Squad '36, 37; Basketball Squad '37; $. R. Vice-Pres. '38. Mirror Agent '35 '36. '37. Edna Mae Sex udder Ambition: To be a success in anything I undertake. John Terrell Scruggs Foots Ambition: To be an electrician for a lightning bug. Activities: Mirror Contributor '3S; Basket Ball Mgr. '3S; Annual Board. Leon M. Sensabauc.h Blue Fish Ambition: To graduate from Phillips and enter college by the front door. Activities: Pres. Council '37; (Jen. Org. Chinn. Election Com. '37, Chinn. Sportsmanship Com. '38; Hi-Y '38; Yancey '36, '37, '38, Treas. '38; Armistice Parade '36. '37. '38; Sportsmanship Speech '38; S. R Banker '35, Council Member '37; Track Squad '35, '36. 37; Basketball '36, '37. Mary Louise Shirley “Shirley Ambition: To follow Kant's rules for happiness'. Something to do. Someone to love, Something to hope for. Activities: National Honor Society '38; Mirror Board '37. '38, Mirror Feature Editor 38; 'Thalia ’35, ’36. ’37, ’38. Treas. ’37, C’orr. Sec. '3S; Gen. Or . Athletic Com. ’37. Law and Order Com. 38; Head Marshal ’38; P.-T. A Style Show ’36; R.O.T.C. Band Sponsor and Phillip Band Sponsor ’3S; Pep Squad ’38; G.L.C. ’36. ’37. ’38; Second Place in Girts’ Inter-Club Oratorical Contest ’38; Dramatic Club '38; Senior Play ’38. Ai.bert Wendau. Simmons, Oliver Ambition: To photograph a Negro in a cellar at midnight shoveling eon!. Activities: Mirror Agent ’3S, ‘36; Mirror Circulation Manager '37, '38; Pres. History Class '36, '38; Marshal '37. 38. William Harold Smai.es, Jr., Bill’ Ambition: To make truce with necessity Activities: Ushers '37, '38, See. '38; Yancey '37. '38. Vice-Pres. 3S: Gen. Org. Chain. Club Com. '3S. Publication Com. '37. Claude Collins Snoddy Ambition: To achieve success in life. Activities: t’shers '37, '38; Yancey '37, '38; Glee Club '35, '36. '37. Treas. '37; Treas.. History C'la '38; S. R. Banker '35. Eva Mae Stovall, Evie Ambition: To do the best in all things I attempt. Activities: Vice-Pres. Music Appreciation Class 35; Girl Reserve '3S. '36, '37. '38; Phillip Night '38. [52] The Mirror Kathryn Margaret Sullivan Kitty’ Ambition: To be a musician and a good one. Activities: National Honor Society '38; Associate Editor Mirror '38; Astraca 36, 37, 3S, t ritic 38, Scrapbook Coin. '37; S. R. Banker '37, '38, Mirror Agent 38; Pres. Harmony Class '35, '36. ’37, Sec. '37; Treas. History Class; Marshal '37, 38. Mary Ann Swick, “Swickic Ambition: To be prepared to make the most of each and every opportunity. Activities: National Honor Society '38; I halia 37, •38; Freshman Mirror Board '35; Dramatic Club '36, •37; S. R. Banker '35. Sec. '36. '38, Council Member 36; Vice-Pres. History Class '36. '38; Marshal '37, 38. Violet Symonds Ambition: To seek and accomplish the belter things of life. Activities: Agiaia 36, 37, 38, Social C om. 37, C.hmn, Pen Com. '38, Membership Com. 37; Dramatic Club '35, '36, '37; Mirror Typist; “Carmen' , Vodvil; Annual Board. Layuraii Thomas, Guinic'’ Ambition: ''When Duty whispers low. 'Thou must The youth replies, ' can.' Activities: G. L. C. 36, '37, '38; Amistice Program '36, '37; Marshal '36. Mayo Olivia Thomas, Motto Ambition: To hold my beam from Nightingale’s light So high as to show many their way through the night. Activities: Agiaia '35; Mirror Board 38; Phillips Night '37; Assistant bookkeeping teacher '37, '38; Sec. of Study ’37. Lillie Tsimpides, Simpy Ambition: To be able to face every task bravely and make a success of my future Doris Jewel Tucker, Tuck Ambition: To paddle my own canoe on the wattes of success. Activities: West End Orchestra '3S. 36; Phillips Orchestra '37. '38; Clio Literary Society '38. Frances Voigt, Fran'' Ambition: To improve with time. Activities: Treasurer Pierian '38; Mirror Board 3 , 38; P.-T. A. Teas 37, '38; Phillips Night '38; History Program, Small Auditorium '37; Sec. Speech Class 37; See. History Class '37; Sec. S. R. '38. Frank Marion Walker Activities: Mirror Agent '35; Letter Football 37, 3S; Letter Tennis '38; Hi-Y. Mary Ann Elizabeth Walther. Shorty Ambition: To get along with everyone. [53] The Mirror Era Wamsi.ey, “Billie’ Ambition: To have and to hold. Activities: Thalia '37: Marshal '38; Mirror Typist '38; Annual Board. Mary Katherine White, “Rat Ambition: To he happy by making others happy. Activities: Aginia '35. '36, '37, '38, Chmn. Social Com. ’37. Jack Henry Whitley “Dope Ambition: To be a hermit. Activities: Phillips Night '36, ’37. 38; S. R. Vice-Pres. '35. Mirror Agent '37, 38; Science Club '38. Mary Elizabeth Wiggir.man Ambition: To f lay the role of Scarlet O'Hara in 1940 and also fly around the world. Virgin! Wilson Ambition: To do unto others as I would have them do unto me. Activities: Thalia; S. R. Sec. '35, ‘37, 38. Banker '3S; Vocal Class See. '36. Vice-Pres. '37; Glee C’lub '36. Walter Scott Wilson, III. Seottie Ambition: To be a harbor inspector in the Sahara Desert. Activities: National Honor Society ‘38, Sec. '38; I'sh-ers '37, '38. T re as. '38: Owen '37. '38; Gen. Org. Athletic Com. '38; S. R. Pres. '37. Banker '38. Mar Garner Wolford Ambition: To be successful in all my endeavors. Activities: National Honor Society '38; Senior Chmn. Motto Coin.; Gen. Org. Scholarship Com. '3S; Mirror Board '38; Astraca '35, Critic '37. Vice-Pres. '38; G. I-C. Vice-Pres. '38; S. R. Pres. '37. Vice-Pres. '36. Martha Worthington, Sally Ambition: To have as many dollars in the bank as Miss Chambliss has words in her vocabulary William Maurice Hoskins Grace, Jr. Louise Elizabeth Hon ingsworth Ambition: To be a famous dietiian in a biff hospital. Activities: Orchestra '36. [54] T he Mirror Other Graduates Rhoberta Bruce Anderson Etta Louise Anvood Warren Edward Atchison Jack Booker Anthony John Bruno Frederick Eugene Bush James Mich®! Clem William Earl Cochran, Jr George William Conway, Jr. Archer Lee Cooper George Dilbcrian Jack Gordon Ferrell Myra Elizabeth Gallops Robert Errctte Galloway Katharine Virginia Gibbs Billie Devignc Gla .c Robert Wesley Green Earl Mortimer Hall Martha Glcndolyn Harbuck Peggy Hausman John George Howdon Joe Clayton Ingram Leon Jefferies Betty Louise Kendrick Thelma Louise Killough Doris Frances Kincaid Marica Alex Kontos James Reese McAdory, William Vernon McMullen Louise Mills Frances Rebecca Milner Curtis Dougherty Milwce Fred Henry Mohns, Jr. Sumner Graham Nesbitt Louise Nicholls William Paullard Owens Julia Owens Evelyn Doris Painter Gus Pappas Lucilc Pharo George Pierce Postell Elizabeth Drury Priestley My ion Martin Radwin William Bryan Rilcv Jane Elizabeth Roton Adriane Ester Salav Augustine Rita Scinta Claude Shelby Richard Emmett Shiveley Frances Kathleen Short James Joseph Smith Durward Lyle 1 hacker Louise Everett Tubervillc Nick Vlahnkes James Clyde Waid Sclenus Harold White Mary June Whittington jr Bruce Bcrney Wilson Harvey Elver Wilson, Jr. Elizabeth Wing [55] T he Mirror Summer School Graduates Thomas Benjamin Bailey Gildo I)i Benedetto Agnes Bradford Minnie Luise B reckon ridge Agnes Lee Carroll Jessie Louisa Coxc Margaret Davis Charles Dick as Lady Katherine Harris Margaret Amanda Hodges Mary Esther Hopkins Edward L. Hopper Ruth Clevis Jordan Catherine Avalecn Lewis Mary Elizabeth Menninger Elizabeth Moore Madge Estelle Morton Edwin Braxton Owens Jenny Marie Pocopanni David Irving Randman Yrera Young Reid Ruth Sorrell Talmadge Dewitt Stephens William Bartlett Sutlcy Cecil Baldwin Sutter Hilda Louis Weaver Mary Jean Whitchorn Lois Ann Wilson [56] FULL BODIED INTENSELY COLORED FLOWS FREELY Stationers for your Senior Class Graduation Invitations Calling Cards Business Stationery Wedding Invitations BIRMINGHAM Engraving Co. Inc. 2104 Fifth Avenue, North Across from Redmonl Hotol MADE IN BIRMINGHAM, ALA, HOLT MFG. CO. NON CLOGGING DRIES INSTANTLY BLUEBLACK PERMANENT POPULAR COLORS SOLD BY LEADING STATIONERS, DRUGGISTS Ck GROCERS Compliments of THE RE-PRINT Office equipment and 2025 First Ave. N Phone 3-9155 MORSE COAL STOKER ARNOLD Supply Company 2923 26 Avenue E Birmingham, Alabama Phone 3-1175 3RD. ANE- THE MiRROR SENIOR EDITION JUNE, i ?39 PHILLIPS HIGH SCHOOL The Mirror Published by THE SENIOR CLASS John Herbert Phillips High School JUNE, 1939 Birmingham, Ala. ANNUAL BOARD June, 1939 Fditors-in-chief: Bettye Brooks, Kitty McIntosh, Winnie Ruth Mizell Assistant Editors:................................ Martha Eubanks, Ella Hill Tanner Advising Editors: Mary Frances Nichols, Lucilc Cox Sonnets: Frances Sams, Charles Crowe Essays and Special Articles: Florence Holland Ruth Linn Miriam Dorsky Gertrude Woodall Rebecca Avcryt N'on cns'c Poems: Jewell McCulloch, Thomas Barrett, Royal Wright, M. L). Thomason. Fiction G. P. Young, Robert Feld, Kathryn Fountain Poetry: Betty Peacock Nclwvn Greer Florence Scalco Sydney Friedman Mary Frances Akeman, Erskinc Seale. Constance McElroy Martha Sumner Georgia Phillips Typists: Anne Barnes Frances Brown Mary Frances Nichols Betty Peacock Mary Virginia Williams Winnie Ruth Mizell Iris Sims TABLE OF CONTENTS WI THIN SCHOOL WALLS How Big Arc You? Meditations of a Senior My Girl Writing a Theme, or, Getting a Date With a Blond Do You Remember? Heard in the Halls Ella Hill Turner Mary Frances Nichols M. I). 'Thomason G. P. Young Kitty McIntosh Florence Holland BETWEEN THE BOOKENDS Resourceful A Friend Let’s Make Friends Bill RESPONSE Question Under Mellow Ioon Sailor Lad ............. [4] Bettye Brooks Durrcll Ad well Florence Scalco Charles Patterson Dczma Weeks Eleanor Etheridge Sydney Friedman TABLE OF CONTENTS (Continued) Wonder ... Lady Jane Cox Inspiration ...Catherine Worthington Healing ................................ . Mary Frances Akcman When Evening Calls Miriam Dorsky Broken Heart ... .. ..................... ..... . Betty Peacock Farewell to Winter Ruth Linn Color Everywhere ................................. Miriam Dorsky On Trial ....................................... Winnie Ruth Mi .ell Spring ...................................... Nelwyn Greer Forgotten Truth Winifred Shields Arrow-Wounds .... . Martha Eubanks Today Cecilc Vaughn Promises ...... .......... Constance McElrov SONNETS Let There Be Light ............................ Charles Crowe Search.............................................. Frances Sams PERSONALITIES PLUS Emma Bettyc Brooks Life of a Farmer Erskine Scale Traileritis Katherine Walker Wrong Number Doris Palmer The Whole Truth • Gertrude Vroodall Fleeting Vanity ................................ Betty Peacock FASHION NOTES Do Styles Change? Anne Barnes Spring a la Mode—1939 Version Martha Eubanks New Sweaters ......................................... Janie Sayers NONSENSE VERSE Call For Coney Bettyc Brooks Poetic Intoxication Thomas Barrett Spectators Royal Wright The Bully Royal Wright Teacher's Pet Royal Wright Bookworm ...... .... Royal Wright Dumb Writer Jewell McCulloch CHALLENGE A Deserted House.................................... Lucile Cox Calico and Iron Scrap ... Robert Feld Birmingham .................. Georgia Phillips Steel—The Diet of Birmingham Miriam Dorsky The Fiery Gizzard . .. .. . Billy 'Peas A Piece of Coal Speaks ..... G. P. Young SENIOR SECTION Officers and Committees President's Address—Horatio. Our Example Carl Farlow Senior Class Poem—Our Treasure Chest Carol Jenkins Senior Class Oration—Citizenship Herbert Kiesewetter [5] The Mirror Within School Walls HOW BIG ARE YOU? Life is a series of ups and downs, or it seems so because there are changes in a person’s size. These changes are not rapid like the fantastical ones in “Alice in Wonderland.” No, wc can not nibble cakes and grow suddenly large and important and then by sipping some mysterious “Drink-Me” immediately become small and insignificant. But by taking things as they come, he docs get very much the same effect, in slow morion we may say. For no matter how tall a person feels, he is going to shrink; and he can’t be so far down that he will not eventually go up a notch. And we learn in time that these vicissitudes are frequently nor as pleasant as those we experienced on the merry-go round when our horses went up and down. At first the infant. Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms — as Shakespeare describes him—is indeed significant. However, by the time he reaches the age of six. he has grown in his own estimation, being probably the oldest child at home or the largest of the playmates who have not entered school. As Wordsworth says: Behold the Child among his new-born blisses A six years Darling of a pigmy size. Upon his first appearance at rhe schoolhouse, he finds that he is “nor the only catfish in the sea. But in the course of eight or more years (do not embarrass me) he is again a “big shot. He can not even remember that he was once a small beginner, and has nothing but scorn for those below him. Next he goes to high school, and much to his amazement he hears every one singing “Small Fry” to him. But this time it takes him only four years to climb to such a height that he again thinks that he owns the world. He is the high and mighty senior. But let him reflect that by the time the ink is dry on his diploma, he will find himself again bewildered in a world unknown to him. Once more he is a freshman, either in college or in the business world that has little need for such a greeny. Where is the assurance of his high school days? It has been replaced by the discouragements of having to start at the bottom and work up again. So one discovers throughout life a series of up and downs. Even at the end of his career when he retires he finds himself unacquainted with the forms of recreation enjoyed by old pals of leisure and must begin learning again. MORAL: Mighty senior, keep your head level because soon you'll be just a high school graduate in a borrowed cap and gown. —Ella Hill Tanner [6] T he Mirror MEDITATIONS OF A SENIOR As our small vessel steadily glides toward a definite point on the fathomless ocean of knowledge that means graduation from high school, a senior's heart strings tug backward—while hope, ambition, and courage push forward to high thoughts and great aspirations. A senior can relive in his thoughts the past twelve years voyage that has brought him to the pre ent port, by recalling many precious memories of days gone by. At first the waters appeared navigable and many embarked. The sailing has not always been smooth and easy; hazardous waves have over swept our small ship, leaving only the fittest to survive. Many have fallen overboard in an effort to wrestle with the unconquerable waves of life. As we continued on our journey and the prow of our vessel plowed through the deep waters toward success, many handicaps and problems had to be overcome. Once we ran short of fuel and were afloat for many weeks, until finally wc were rescued by a larger ship and supplied with a limited amount of the necessary fuel. Has not our ship been guided by the goddess Athene in many modern guises, not always recognizable, but ever present and oft saving the ship by not sparing the rod to save her voyagers? Whom she hath loved, she hath chastised. At present, the sailing is smooth and many anticipate reaching the port of Graduation. However, there are new rumors of rough waters ahead, hut past experiences have taught us to be unafraid. There is still a question as to whether wc will be able to procure sufficient fuel to reach the port; hut with unfaltering courage, we will sail on. After graduation, we shall become passengers on a larger ship which means that more and more responsibility will rest upon our shoulders We have prepared ourselves for this ship during the past twelve years, and wc arc ready to go aboard and take over our duties on the biggest ship. This ship will go farther and farther out on the vast ocean of knowledge, and we shall learn more and more every day about life and how to live. Many dreams and hopes will he realized, and some of us will reach the high peak of success. Wc look forward with eager faces to our interesting new voyage, our motto being “FORWARD, ALWAYS FORWARD”! —Mary Frances Nichols MY GIRL My girl won't speak; She ignores my plea. Now for four long years, She's just stared at me. My girl is as cold as cold can he. And oh! her hands arc at zero degree. Rut she leads a good life; Her thoughts are in heaven, My girl’s the statue near 137. [7] —M. D. Thomason T me Mirror WRITING A THEME, or GETTING A DATE WITH A BLOND We i, here it is the sixth period. Just one more, nnd school will he over. I guess 1 should study my English, but we haven’t much work, and maybe I won’t even be called on to recite.Ir certainly feels good to be able to relax after having been fussed at all day. 1 feel a little drowsy so I’ll iust rest my head on the desk for awhile. Now I wonder who that blond is that 1 saw with Cooper last night. She surely is cute. Those eves! Bov! I’ll see if I can get Cooper to introduce me. If 1 could, maybe I— “Mam?” “1 was only resting.” “Yes, mam. I’ll sit up. Now where was I? Oh yes! I remember now. I was thinking about Cooper. I can’t sec how some boys can get dates with such beauties. 1 hope I can get Cooper to introduce me to her. Good gosh! There goes the bell. And just when I was studying too. Nothing else to do but go to English. Surely since 1 recited yesterday. I won’t have to today, 1 hope. So far I haven’t been called on although almost everyone around me has been. 1 don’t know how long this luck will last though. Look out. G. P.! The teacher is looking at you now. But. brace up. old boy! Put on a smile! Then she’ll think you’ve prepared your lesson, and you will not be called on. maybe. Whew! That was a close call. 1 hope she doesn’t look this way again as I don’t believe I could fool her the next time. Well, anyway there’re only twelve more minutes, and she can’t give us much work as we’ve about finished “Hamlet.” I'll find out what tomorrow's lesson is soon enough as she’s about to assign it now. What was that? Themes? For tomorrow? Aw! Good gosh! 1 don’t—she can’t—not themes—for tomorrow too! And they’re for the “Mirror!” Why. 1 can’t write themes good enough for the trash-can. much less good enough for the “Mirror. 1 can never think of anything about which to write. At least I’m not alone in that respect, hut then the class always has that blank look. Mavbe the teacher will give us some suggestions. They're always helpful when you can’t think of one for yourself. Write themes about Phillips? This place? What could one write about this place? Many tragedies must have happened around here, hut I can’t write about them. We may write descriptive themes about Birmingham? Say, what’s pretty about Birmingham?—except—except—except that little bluc-evcd blond—aw, but I can’t write this theme about her. If we choose, we may write about our hobbies? I haven’t any. Or we may write about our ambitions? Lazy me. Haven't one. at least it isn’t worth writing about. Or we may even write about our fellow-students? Bet I could write some fine themes on some of my friends, but after all. their friendships arc worth something. My gosh! Can’t I ever find a suggestive subject? Or we may write on anything we choose? That certainly helps me a lot! Maybe this time she’ll give a suggestive topic. Say. that’s good! 1 wonder if 1 could write poetry? Mmmmm—.It was only four years ago That I was a mere rat-cr-freshman Who without being told so t Did think tickets to be—to be—. Now what rhymes with man? There’s fan, ran. tan. and—Mavbe I had better write an essay after all. •Mam?”' “No mam. I haven't quite decided vet, but I’ve some good subjects in mind.” [8] The Mirror Yes. mam. I’ll have a theme by tomorrow.” Maybe. Though if I must. I must. Now let’s see. First I’ll have to decide on my topic. Say! Won’t that bell ever ring? One more minute. Come on bell, ring, before the teacher— “Yes. mam. I’m working—that is I’m working—” At last the bell! Boy! I’m glad that class is over. Now I’ll just go home this very afternoon, and write that rheme. Hey! Jack! Going to town?” Let's go then.” Say! Did you go to the fraternity dance last night?” You did. I saw Cooper there, hut I didn't see you.” I was with Ruth.” She’s nice, and all that.” Yes. I saw Cooper’s date.” We-e-U. She looked cute.” What an understatement, but I can't let Cooper find out that I like his date, or he may not fix things up right for me. So long. Jack. I’ll see you tomorrow. My bus is coming now. Aw! I have to go home and write a theme. My grade was only a C last month, and 1 have to bring it up, you know.” No. no. I don't think I could go to the show today.” Well, where are you going?” What’s on there at the Alabama? ‘Gunga Din?' I could go, but I have to write that theme, though I could write it tonight.” O.K. I’ll go then—I’ll write that theme tonight. That was a good show I saw this afternoon, bur right now 1 have to get these lessons. First I'll tinish this Spanish and Physics; maybe I'll think of a suitable English subject in the meantime. At last! I've just about finished this work, and— “That’s all right, mother. I’ll answer the phone.” Hello.” This is he.” Why hey there, Jeanne!” Nothing much—just studying.” Would I like to go to a dance tonight?” Well, I'd like to go; I have some work to do. but I guess I could go.” Whom arc you dating?” Cooper, and you wish me to date Bcttyc?” Sure, I’d like to though—By the way. who is Bcttyc?” Your cousin from New Orleans visiting you?” “Say! Is she a blond?” And has blue eves?” And was with Cooper last night?” Yes, I saw her.” Think of that. G. P.! A date with your beautiful little blond. I'll go though I've that theme to write, and—but Bcttyc. a date with Bcttyc tonight!” O. K. Jeanne I’ll go.” I’ll try to get that theme tomorrow. m —G. P. Young The Mirror DO YOU REMEMBER: Yourself as a wild-eyed rat buying elevator tickets to the third floor? That first long, hard day at dear old Phillips? Being told to present each teacher with a bright red apple? Attending daily Latin matinees? The first time you were sent out of the library? Tbc day you ate lunch three times? The expression on your Dad's face when he saw vour first report? Your feeling that the upper classmen came to school just to see you? Then being able to raise your head as a sophomore and say Rat’ to some poor thing? The first Tuesday you were on an auditorium program and felt as cold as ice on a bright May day? When as marshal you mistook a new prof for a school boy? The day you skipped half study and found demerits awaiting you next morning? The life of a Junior! Too exciting for words. A’s in gym, B’s in history! loo much to take all at once. Falling down the steps near Joan of Arc and playing cripple just to stay at home and get waited on? HOW LONG WILL YOU REMEMBER: Being a dignified senior? Your trip with the Glee Club to the All-State Chorus at the University, and bringing home the loving cup? The debate that you worked so hard on and then were too ill to deliver? The chemistry class that became a cosmetics factory, making lipstick, powder, cold cream, and hand lotion? Planning for that great day when the precious piece of parchment will be all yours? —Kitty McIntosh HEARD IN THE HALLS “Josephine,” “Remember” when we were in “Honolulu” among the “Funny Ole Hills.” We bought “'Puttie Fruttie” from “The Umbrella Man. “This Night” was “Fine and Dandy. Jeepers Creepers” “You Mu t Have Been A Beautiful Baby” because “There’s a Far Away Look In Your Eye.” Tommv Lad.” “This Can’t Be Love” but I’m sure “You’ve Got Me” so Hold Tight.” “My Reverie” was broken by Mr. F. D. R. Jones who leads “Alexander's Ragtime Band.” Then “I Ups to Her” and he “Strikes Up the Band” and I “Hang my Heart on A Hickory Limb.” [10] —Florence Holland 1 he Mirror Between the Bookends RESOURCEFUL How would you like to spend several months on a desert island with no companions but books? Well, that’s what I’m going to do; so I'm sitting here making a list of books to buy and take with me. Let me see now. Oh yes! Robinson Crusoe would naturally he first since his plight was very similar to mine. From his book I can get ideas on resourcefulness for living on my desert island all bv myself. Of course, I won't have a good man Friday so I ’ll take some more books for company. I think I’ll take a nice fat juicy volume of Shakespeare's little works. They've always intrigued me and 1 would even dare to dramatize them with never a fear of a “Peeping Tom” to laugh and make fun of me. I could weep and shout and emote to mv heart’s content with only the monkeys for an audience. Next, I think I’ll take some gruesome and exciting mystery stories because out there all by myself I wouldn’t need to fear that the villain would suddenly materialize and creep stealthily up behind me and grasp my throat with a clammy hand. Eureka! I have found it—the most satisfactory books of all to take on a desert island—movie magazines. I’ll take just oodles and oodles of these magazines filled with pictures of Robert Taylor, Richard Greene, and most emphatically of Tyrone Power. 1 can look and dream and even imagine the most wonderful things with these pictures to inspire me. Each morning I will run to a high rock and look over the horizon and see my dream ship come sailing into my little harbor with a ieep standing in front leading the way and my favorite actor rushing to mj rescue—my Prince Charming. Oh, well—even if it didn’t happen it was a pretty good thought! Time? Oh. my ves! I’ll even have time to read “Gone With the Wind. I'll probably be dreadfully lazy though; so I’ll rig up some kind of contraption to hold this bulky volume so it won't sap my strength supporting such terrific weight. And, in the class of love stories I’d take several others, too. because I really wouldn't want to neglect that phase of my education. Of course, I’d take some animal volumes and after perusing their columns, I’d be better able to understand the capricious goats, the chattering monkeys, and the loquacious parrots. Last but not least, pray, do not let me forget my Spanish book. It will make such a lovely bonfire to serve as a beacon—calling all ships—calling all ships—when my self-imposed exile is terminated. —Bettyc Brooks A FRIEND Yes, I am your friend—remember when we met? On a quiet evening and, little friend, you were lonesome-like and 1 was too. I told you of my life and learned of yours in return, through the close companionship, though we were together only a short while. Remember how we laughed and cried together and had such a wonderful time. Then I left vou. not because I wanted to, but because 1 had to go to make other people's acquaintance. Sometimes I will come again to you and I know you will always remember me and want me to come. My life will influence yours in some small way. You will always remember me as 1 remember you. I know—because, you see, I am that favorite character in that book you read so long ago. —Durrell Ad we 11 [II] The Mirror LET'S MAKE FRIENDS Think what our childhood days would have been without such stories as “Little Red Riding Hood”, “The Three Bears”, and many other fairy tales front which we created a world of make-believe. After reading tales of pirates, soldiers, and other picturesque figures, what boy failed to think of himself as the hero, or the girl of herself as the heroine? We, like the majority of people of all ages, have vivid imaginations. and we enjoy reading narratives in which the author portrays the characters so vividly that they become real persons. Since great pleasure can be found in the companionship of books, probably the most worthwhile way to spend our leisure time is to become friendly with them. In the public libraries are books that will please all types of students; and they will come to our homes by informal invitations—membership cards. Association with them will widen our interest; and their information about world affairs will make us better citizens. They are interested, too. in our vocations and in our pleasures. Even the big encyclopedia will consent to a short conference of only a few pages—and equally accommodating arc other books that come and go at our will. Let's get acquainted with them. —Florence Scalco BILL Bill is an old friend of ours and a friend of all our families for generations back. In fact, he was the live-wire of the Elizabethan Age and has been a live-wire ever since. He is the gentleman to whom we owe the English language as she is spoke to-day. Bill was not strictly original in his plots, but he could re-create an old story so well that people never even bother to read the old source story unless they arc university scholars or Shakespeare professors. Bill, who is known chiefly for his mastery of the stage and of the characters who stride across it. must have been the greatest writer the world has ever known. Surely, no books have been read with greater insight and with more absorption than his. A collection of his works are to be found in every library in the world, and he is taught in every school, from the smallest red school-house through the greatest university. Upon first meeting Bill; the average student is indifferent toward him. He doesn’t wish to spend enough time and thought upon him to understand him; he thinks Bill too high-brow to be interesting. Though met with a wayward attitude at first. Bill gradually grows on the student, and by the time he finishes high school, he does not wish to can ole’ Bill; he wants to keep him on his own book shelf. Many old graduates have re-read Bill time and time again since they quit associating with him in school. His plays were written for all generations, especially for ours. He will make many more friends as he has made friends with us. As we take leave of our affectionate old companion we say, “So long. Bill. When shall we three meet again?” “In English class ’ere et of sun. there to meet with our friend Bill.” [121 —Charles Patterson THk Mirror Response QUESTION Twilight shadows slowly falling— Do I hear tin true love calling. Or is it a dream That will he gone with the dawn? Moonbeams dancing all around me Like the night that love first found me— Will you return someday, Or will 1 dream my whole life through, Waiting and watching and longing for you? —Dezma Weeks UNDER MELLOW MOON One cool night under mellow moon. We sang to the tune of the cowboy's croon. And as the wind breathed of early spring, We knew the pleasure June would bring. As breathless moments were fading fast, We forgot all about the gloomv nast: It had been so long since we were together, We found heaven in the gay, bright weather. —Eleanor Etheridge SAILOR LAD When 1 grow old and gray. And my body is tired and bent. HI remember the happy moments spent Watching the ships in the bay, Ships from a distant port, Ships from across the bay, I could see them while at play Ships, ships of every sort. I wanted to be a sailor long years ago, And sail the seven seas; 1 wanted to climb the masts like trees, And feel the salt wind blow. Hut that time is far away; Now I am content to look At some old seaman's book And be a sailor in a landsman's way. [13] —Sydney Friedman T II F. M I R R O R WONDER In my moments of solitude I find nature’s world so pure, Her beauties so numberless, That if I try to count them, one and all 1 am conquered by love and wonder. —Lady Jane Cox INSPIRATION The silvery moon shedding light on the earth. The fragrant breeze swinging each blue bell, Give a glowing picture of beauty and mirth While each budding flower has a story to tell. Spring invites my thoughts to linger on. And gay, festive beauty mv spirit holds. In melodic trance of pure, clear tone, A brief moment this—but a dream unfolds. —Catherine Worthington HEALING When I think of life and its beauty 1 lose all sense of staid prim duty. The color of flowers and the wings of birds Speak a language sweeter than words. And when I feel I’ve no more friends, To me the thought of beauty sends The happy thought—the cheerful feeling: Nature gives the things for healing. —.Mary Frances Akcman WHEN EVENING CALLS When evening calls and all is still, Through the trees sounds the whippoorwill, Then night comes slowly creeping in And covers the world with darkness thin. —Miriam Dorsky BROKEN HEART The bent figure of a girl alone under the trees. Her spirit unlifted by the vagrant March breeze, Her lashes wet from unspent grief, Her cloak of indifference torn to shreds, Baring her heart to blows unendurable. Her beautiful illusion of life now shattered— Whatever had happened was all that mattered. —Betty Peacock [14] T h e Mirror FAREWELL TO WINTER King Winter is dead. Mighty king, in your death we salute you! Memories of hare branches and boughs, of pallid rays of a winter sun lighting a bleak landscape, linger long after the scene is deserted for a cheerful fire. Leafless boughs that sigh in the chilly winds; the sight of robins searching for hits of food beneath the barren hedge: the piercing icy blasts hurling javelins of sleet out of the North: glowing checks, a red nose, turned up coat collar—exhilaration! Match it. Spring! A seat in the stand, an icy gridiron, a scrapping team, school colors, and a yellow ball of flower pinned on my coat—a thrill for my school—no longing for Spring: a blue jav arrogantly challenging the world. “1 survive because I am strong!”—all these blessings you bring. O King. -_.� Aye, King Winter, you search for weakness; and finding it. banish it. hirst, the weaklings perish in the forest because a joust with King Winter calls for strength. Plants, birds, animals, or men who doubt their strength flee from our icy path; but those who pass the test will view your passing and will sec triumphant Spring arise and rule in your stead. To man or beast, tree or bird who stands the test, the lovely new Queen shall find when at last she does appear, her worshippers still faithful—still eager to live again an allotted and all too brief number of days beneath her intoxicating, unforgettable spell. Without Winter there can be no Spring. —Ruth Linn COLOR EVERYWHERE Have you ever made a trip which gave you great pleasure? If you have, you can understand my feelings. We traveled by car. and we left at noon for our destination. The trip was filled with the ordinary course of events—chatter, laughter, and song. We passed through the usual small towns with their usual characteristics; we saw quaint people, whom Mother imagined to be Irving’s Ichabod, Goldsmith’s preacher, etc., but to me, with only modern ideas, they were movie-picture stars. The sight, however, which I shall always remember, was the changing color of the sky. At noon it was flecked with fleecy white clouds against a sea-blue background. It remained this way for a few hours, but when the sun was setting, the colors in the sk were so beautiful and unusual that no artist could paint them. The sky looked as if it were a sea with purple waves dashing high on the seashore. Then it changed to a field of harvest, blue-green with dry hay. Gradually as it began to grow dark, the sun looked as if it were a large orange ball slowly sinking into another world. Night came quickly: dark, bespecklcd b small flickering lights: and so it remained until we arrived in rhe city of light and gaiety. The trip’ over, but the memory lingers. —Miriam Dorsky [15] T ii e Mirror ON TRIAL March 21: CALLING ALL CARS, CALLING ALL CARS—Be on the lookout for a young girl—about 17, blond hair, blue eyes, fair complexion, escaped this morning and last seen in a meadow about two miles from Birmingham. She looks like the innocent flower, but she is a dangerous criminal! If you see anyone answering her description, notify police headquarters at once. March 25: Scene: A courtroom “Will the defendant please take the chair? Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you? Sit down. Now Miss Spring, will you tell the members of the jury exactly what happened to you on March 21.” “All nature was happy that morning. The tireless chants of busy birds and the brisk breeze heralded my arrival. The trees, in welcoming mood, burst forth a col-ortul array of blossoms, and diffused a delightful fragrance, the fragrance that makes one dance and sing with joy. Bang! Bang! “All right, all right—get on with the story, Miss Spring—the story.” “As 1 danced along, the warm gentle brec .e caressed my cheeks and the babbling brooks poured out their hearts to me in song. They told me of how long they had waited for my coming and how happy they were that 1 had come at last, for now they would be free to run, ripple, and laugh as much as they pleased. And Oh! the wild joy of the children when they saw me approaching. I can see them now—running, dancing, laughing, and singing—glad to be alive. As 1 left the children and walked on into the business section of Birmingham, I saw that the people too were looking hopefully forward to my arrival. Easter bunnies peeped out at me from hundreds of shop windows. Excitedly,the people were buying new bright colored clothing to take the place of their old blacks and browns. Just as I was having a wonderful time, lost (so 1 thought) in the crowd, someone came up to me, seized me rudely by the arm, and brought me here. Why? Have 1 done wrong?” “Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury, you have heard Miss Spring’s version. But she has not told how she deliberately forced her way into Birmingham, destroying all signs of Winter’s work as she came. She has not told you that she ruthlessly murdered our dear friend, Mr.Winter, a poor helpless old man—pushed him completely from the face of the earth! Ladies and Gentlemen, are you going to let her live, this heartless cruel murderess!” After hours of waiting, the judge went into the jury room. The room was empty, lie found this note— Verdict: Not guilty. Jury gone fishing. —Winnie Ruth Mizell SPRING Have you seen her? As the frivolous winds more gently blow, As the flowering buds more gallantly show, As the playful boys more mischievious grow, As the dancing girls more prettily go, As the babbling brooks more restlessly flow, As the golden suns more warmly glow. As the sturdy farmers more hopefully sow— When you see her. your head will go high again! And your tired heart will be light again! —Nelwvn Greer [16] The Mirror FORGOTTEN TRUTH War clouds have hovered—arc hovering yet, War-makers have no thought for Spring. Empires may fall: civilizations collapse, But Spring will carry on. —Winifred Shields ARROW-WOUNDS One day the March wind whistled down the lane, Up came the blossoms; down came the rain. Men fought men—patriotism aflame. Spring shot her arrow; men missed her aim. —Martha Eubanks TODAY To-day brave men will die. They know not why— Only they must obey man’s will Must go forth to kill. To-day helpless mothers will give their sons That they may learn to kill with guns. They know the horror of bloodthirsty men Who claim to be brothers under the skin. To-day the roar of planes will fill the air: Pangs of despair will rend stout hearts who dare To end all war to-day so that they May work and live and love and play. —Cecile Vaughn PROMISES Promises are the flowers of Acquaintance: In the sunny garden of Friendship they are sown. They blossom from the warmth of Sympathy, Exuding the fragance of Hope when grown. For a time they lift their heads in many blossoms. Bur later the frost of Selfishness strikes them all, And finally they wither and fall to the earth And aimlessly drift near the garden wall, Or, scattered into another land, they arc blown Where the heels of indifference tread upon them— Where only the dust of Forgetfulness is known. —Constance McElroy [17] The Mirror Sonnets “LET THERE HE LIGHT” Such mood is mine that I do feel a pause, For all my powers within me lie unused; But yet somehow I cannot find a cause, Though through the seas of knowledge 1 have cruised. As I have traveled far and near late days. My thoughts have turned to things that God did plan; He worked that he might forestall the world’s blind craze, And offer sane and wise design for man. As centuries slowly slip into the past. Seems now the Maker’s good and righteous toil Is lost and torn by strong and mighty blast Of nations and nations in world-wide broil; But since through long fruitless years He’s waited, He’ll yet give light to all he has created. —Charles Crowe SEARCH Sometimes like dreamers, I do dream And wonder if the time shall ever be When 1 shall see the things 1 have not seen. And learn about the world surrounding me. I often think about the moon and stars; I often wonder why iron turns to rust, Why gold is weighed in heavy bars, And falling autumn leaves soon turn to dust. My random questions still keep coming on; My mind continues its search through zone and zones Trying to find a wise solution For all. the dreams that 1 have known. And so it is to hooks that I will turn And from the hook of knowledge, I will learn. —Frances Sams [18] TmE Mirror Personalities Plus EMMA Emma was a perfect specimen of rotundity. Every time she gave one of her jolly good natured smiles she showed a magnificent set of ivories. It seemed impossible for teeth to he actually as white as hers, but their color was probably brightened by the contrast with her ebony complexion. The ever present stiffly starched apron cut her in two in the middle and covered a massive lap that children found quite comfortable. Her character was positive and creative, giving her ability to lead others in her community. She had gained the favor of her friends and associates through her reliability, particularly in church matters. Her church brothers and sisters depended on her because of proven virtues. Religion was her hobby. The negroes had some very peculiar ideas concerning religion on which Emma doted. Sunday was the day for worship and when Emma said day she meant day. She went to church at 9 and stayed until 2. only to return again at 3 for the afternoon and stay late into the night. Passers-bv could distinguish Emma’s voice from all the others in the church since it rang high above the others in singing, shouting, and praying. She prayed long and loud for her husband who sat on the back steps with a bottle sometimes in his hand but usually in his mouth. How Emma did shout one happy day when her prayers were answered and John became a church member. From then on Emma had com petition. Emma delighted in sickness because of her fondness for the duty of nurse. In this position she was competent and effective. She could make one take a large dose of hateful medicine in a cup of steaming coffee before he knew what was going on. by the simple method of rushing at one and shouting, “Drink this. Honey, before it ger cold”, and somehow no one in our family had the strength of character to refuse Various and sundry were the doses she concocted for the betterment of health. Since she was president, secretary, treasurer, and chairman of all committees in the missionary society, she was confronted with many difficulties. Emma was honest, oh, yes! she was honest, but could not resist the temptation to divert temporarily to her own usc the money lying idle in the church treasury. When the presiding Elder would arrive unannounced. Emma was forced to resort to all sorts of measures to re place the money in short order. Her white fo’ks knowing-that Emma was honest.—oh. yes! honest, would always assist her in her shortages. The younger negro contingent approved of Emma as a planner for their fish frvs, ice cream suppers, etc., ami in return always turned out in numbers to any of Emma’s money-raising cntcratinments. The worst flaw in Emma’s character was her treatment of her stepson whom everyone disliked. Clifford was an impudent black imp afraid of nothing in this or any other world hut Emma. When found guilty of stealing pies from the lunches he carried. Emma's favorite punishment was to lock him in an old unused ice box. which made Clifford seek a more active life. He ran away and was last heard of in a circus, but Emma still pays the “Policy Man regularly, hoping to collect when and if Clifford gets injured in the circus “a foolin' 'round with any of those animals”—as Emma expresses it. [19] —Bettyc Brooks The Mirror LIFE OF A FARMER There’s something in the bare brown fields That gets into the farmer’s heels-- He takes out his plows, sharpens his tools, He stalks down brown furrows behind his mules, He plants his seeds and hoes his weeds. And when the plants make long green lines, You’ll see the farmer never pines Because he knows that pretty soon He can sweat and sing a tunc! —Why is it, when crops arc nearly ripe, The farmer always hegins to gripe? After he lays by his Crop—come the dawn, He’ll sit and chew, and grunt and yawn. —Erskine Seale TRA1LERITIS There’s a little city a block down the street Made of little houses in short straight rows. The windows are curtained and very neat How long they’ll stay there, nobody knows. They happily come and they happily go. They’re on wheels and ready to ride. Even the pets, and an aunt or so Go rolling along the country side. Thej never spend the night in a stuffy hotel But stop by the side of the road, In a trailer lot or a shady dell. These travelers lighten their load. It’s amusing to see at close of day The family come falling our. To cat and hear what the strangers say, And decide on the next day's route. Soon on their way another happy day Goes by like the life of a sailor. Sailing and singing as he may Who glides along in a trailer. [20] —Katherine Walker The Mirror WRONG NUMBER Oda Lee, what day is this? Saturday! Do you mean to tell me that you woke me up at seven o'clock on Saturday! Really, Oda Lee, you never have appreciated the value of sleep—oh, never mind the shades. Oda Lee, you should he ashamed to treat me this way. Ah, such a lack of gratitude ! And I, poor misguided me, always thought my sister was my best friend. Why, 1 have been your best friend. Haven't 1 always asked before 1 took your best pair of hose, and didn’t 1 ruin that pair of shoes you bought and didn’t like? Well, what difference does it make if you did have to wear your old pair? It did not make any difference! Oh, don’t act like that: 1 always liked the old pair better, anyway. Say ! Speaking of shoes reminds me of something. Why, a picnic of course. How did I get a picnic out of shoes? Well, you sec it’s like this: Shoes conic from leather, leather is made from a cow: from a cow, beef is made; and from beef, sandwiches are made—and what do you do with sandwiches? Right the firsr time, my shining star, take them on a picnic. Besides it’s such a beautiful day I just couldn’t let it go to waste. What? Do you like to picnic in the rain? No, of course not. but 1 know it i n’t raining this morning. How do I know? Well, I’m a weather prophet. No, 1 haven’t raised the shades yet but if you must know my secret, 1 know it isn’t raining because, my dear sister, 1 have vc:y keen cars and 1 don’t hear the rain on the roof. Oda Lee. you can’t mean it! You say it is raining. Well, there goes my picnic. Goodness, I’m sleepy. What did you say? Morning is calling. Well, tell her she has the wrong number. —Doris Palmer THE WHOLE TRUTH When women put their heads together over afternoon bridge, sewing circles, or back yard fences, there’s no end to their groundless rumors. It’s like a chronic disease. Their gossip spreads in never ceasing circles. Whether Mrs. Smith wore her last year’s spring hat to church last Sunday, or whether Mrs. Brown's young daughter really is in love with the young playboy who moved next door last week, really isn’t any of their business; but leave it to them, they take it on their frail shoulders to provide means unto an end.” They go in large crowds to the cooking school or to hear lectures on “The Art of Planting a Flower Garden.” Then they return home to criticize the speaker and resolve to continue their old methods. If Mrs. Jones comes to a meeting wearing a stunning new suit, they all want to know where she bought it, how much she paid for it. and if she thinks that they would look as nice as she in one like it. When the “Women Charity Workers” put on a drive, they are so busy that they set their husbands down to cold sandwiches and salads instead of wholesome hot dinners. When a new family moves into the neighborhood they peek out their windows to see what kind of furniture they have. They wait a few months, then they call and then tell how awfully sorry they arc that they couldn’t come to visit them sooner. —Gertrude Woodall [21] T he Mirror FLEETING VANITY She gazed into limpid pools of blue— The mysterious orbs were her eyes—the prettiest, she knew. Clouds and swirls ot golden dust lay lightly upon her shoulder— Hair to us—meanwhile, she pouted that she wasn’t older. Lips, puckeied teasingly, put soft rose petals to shame, To us—just a determined mouth. She’s not to blame. Turning this way and that, she studied her charm. Her delighted “oh’s and “ah’s turned to sudden alarm— The vision had vanished. An old wrinkled face. Misty-eyed, stared into the mirror with dignified grace. —Betty Peacock [22] The Mirror Fashion Notes DO STYLES CHANGE? No doubt you have noticed what queer dresses women arc wearing these days— and they call them clothes! But they seem to thin!; they’re wearing new styles when almost any article of present-day wear dates back years and years; all of which shows that women have always dressed pretty much :i thr please—whether men like it or not. First, there are the modern hats. Practically anywhere you go these days, you arc sure to see a lady or young girl with a bunch of flowers or vegetables on her hat. That’s not modern—even Eve had a bunch of flowers for a hat! If the hats are not cluttered with flowers, they are nothing but a piece of cloth—twisted around to look like a turban. I’nlcss 1 have forgotten what little History 1 know—the Arabians were wearing turbans long before the Christian era. Sometimes I wondrr why men are just beginning to notice them. They must be as stupid as the women! Next, let's take a look at dresses. Puffed 'k’eves remind one of the first ship-load of women that came to America. The men liked them all right then, anil like them now. The rage for ornaments and blight colors is not new cither. Ever since Eve picked the apple from the tree, there has been greed among men and women. Columbus discovered America while looking for a short-cut to India to get precious metals. When he got here the Indians were wearing gold rings, beads, and other ornaments, and were almost fanatics on the subject of bright colors. Even the Bible speaks of Joseph wearing a coat of many colors. Aren’t we doing exactly the same5 Oh! yes. it’s true, also with these fluffy, fuzzy angora sweaters that arc the present rage! Why. many an old %oat has worn angora all his life! Last—but nor least—we come to shoes. The only difference in shoes today anil the time of Csesar is that they are now considered a necessity. They have been perfected a great deal—but what’s the use? They’re cut in strip- and sewed together just like the Romans wore long ago. Just look through a Latin book, and 1 II bet my sandals you can find at least twenty-five pictures of Romans wearing sandals. Now, girls—when your best beau fusses about your too modern clothes, remind him how long such things have been worn, instead of -houting. Be Modern. —Ann Barnes [23] T he Mirror SPRING A LA MODE—1939 VERSION YVe think Cleo” of the Nile Could not have picked a better style Than the upswept hair-do— Would Antony think so too? Clatter, clop! little Dutchman, Now please don’t look so mad; Although we’ve stolen your wooden shoes, It’s really a noisy fad. Clatter, clop! She sells sea shells— Won’t you buy a strand 'I‘o go around milady’s throat And a bracelet for her hand? The girls of thirty-niner, Than whom there’re no finer. Will go down in history for the hats they wore Of flower pots, pancakes, and bird wings galore. —Martha Eubanks NEW SWEATER Knitting holds a fascination unexplainable. As the knitter admires her knitting, She can’t refrain from comparing it with the ball of cord. Different, vet much the same, The bird begins with string and bill And ends with a house for his little ones. I begin with string and needles And end with a bright new sweater. The finished product, in either case, is an expression of spring— That makes old yesterdays trivial and difficult to remember; That makes the old grow young again, And the young to be glorious in their youth! m —Janie Sayers T h e Mirror Nonsense Verse CALL FOR CONEY Wc like our lunchroom, think its keen— The lordly pics, the lowly bean, The crispy salads and hash on toast, Are things of which we like to boast. Our soups arc delicious with flavor rare. Our jcllo molds will stand compare; Hut the thing that sets us all agog Is why we’re never served hot dog. It really is our favorite fruit With kraut and mustard on the brute; And those who know will now concede It has the vitamins we need. So be a sport, do have a heart; We guarantee we’ll do our part. Our digestion’s perfect, it’s nothing phoney, So serve us a dish of kraut and coney. —Bcttve Brooks POETIC 1N'TO XI CAT IO N Joe, he got drunk on a literary book. Then got shipped for shooting-the-hook; His English teacher raged and fumed. And praised a style gorgeously plumed. Later that evening, at the family sphere. Along came a Conscience, in the form of a fear; Poor Joe, he fell right out of the scene, As he hit the floor with an awful dream. Sitting on the mantel was a pink Persian Cat, Wearing red boots with only one spat; He held a white cane with a golden rip, He looked like a gent, but Joe thought him a gvp! The beans on the table, they jumped on the floor, And picked up and left, before they got sore; They fell down the steps with considerable force, While Joe dreamed on through the seventeenth course. When at last he woke up, he yelled for his book, Which had words so odd, he thought it a spook; Bur all he could do was to look and to sit, Because literature’s so queer, it gave him a fit! [251 —Thomas Barrett T he Mirror SPECTATORS They sit and listen and take it all in. We know they're alive for—look at that grin! In class they sit and sit and listen, Or turn to look with eves that glisten. Well, here’s a plan to treat the cases And bring to life these grinning faces. Let’s manufacture some rejuvenators To bring to life these poor spectators. —Royal Wright THE BULLY So you're the school bully who’s so very tough. Come on. show off, don’t try to bluff. I’ll tear you to pieces! I'll mow you down! And when I’m through,—I’ll wear your crown. —Royal Wright TEACHER’S PET Teacher’s Pet, Teacher’s Pet. You haven't met your equal vet. You think you’re great! You think you’re grand! You know you have the upper hand! You may look great to some you’ve met. But to me, old boy, you arc all wet! —Royal Wright BOOKWORM There sits old Bookworm, who studies all day And never takes a moment for play. Perhaps some day he’ll have his fun, Yes, some day, when his studying's done. But by studying hard and studying long He never answers questions wrong; And sometimes when my homework’s due, I wish 1 were a bookworm, too! [26] —Royal Wright T II E M IXROR DUMB WRITER When I sit down and try to write, I try, and try, and try. I think of this. 1 think of that, I think, and think, and think. But inspiration's dry. Mv eyes—they simply wink and wink. As I sit and blink and blink. Again I resolve I will not shirk, 1 work, and work, and work. But the result is always this: I miss, and miss, and miss. Hard fighter—dumb writer! —Jewell McCulloch [27] T H F. M I K K I) K Challenge A DESERTED HOUSE There is a house on the south side of Birmingham that has all the characteristics of a haunted house. One expects to find a skeleton lurking behind every closet door. Although this house is anything hut handsome now, it has an air of gloomy and mysterious distinction. It must be about fifty years old. The electrical wiring is exposed on the outside of the house because, when it was built, electricity was not commonly used in houses and therefore no accommodations were made for wires. The grass, which was once smooth and beautiful, has been crowded out by weeds in some places and worn thin in others. Gullies have been worn through the lawn, revealing the reddish-brown earth below the gray-green grass. The hedges on each side of the steps arc very shaggy, and taller than a man. Although the paint has been completely worn off on the back and sides, enough of it still remains on the front, where it was protected by the overhanging porch root, to show that it was once green. The root over the wide veranda, which runs the whole length of the house, is supported by six square columns. The old house seems to have had a past glory, but that glory has definitely passed. More than anything else, the broken-down chicken-wire fence, partially mended with boards now rotting away, shows the state of decay into which this oncc-proud mansion has fallen. When this house was new in the gay nineties, Birmingham was just beginning to grow. This stately residence was then probably the scene of many important and, perhaps, romantic affairs. Balconies and wide verandas usually indicate romance. Perhaps it was the scene of gay parties, attended by the people who have been responsible for the amazing progress of Birmingham, the progress which has caused this house to be termed old-fashioned and to he left solitary and unoccupied. Or is it unoccupied? Surely it must he occupied if not by ghosts of the past, at least by an air of gracious dignity. Now left with nothing but by-gone memories, this house would probably resent as intruders any people who might try to make a home of it. Only poor people would care to live in it. and I imagine it would rather live with its proud memories of a past glory than have to humble itself even for the sake of companionship. Perhaps 1 am mistaken in saying that a dilapidated old house like this is an asset to Birmingham; hut, even in its present condition, I think it adds a bit of background to our modern ctiy. —Lucilc Cox [28] Tme Mirror CALICO AND SCRAP IRON After an interesting and busy day, I was sitting in front of the fire thinking over my privileges as a citizen of Birmingham, when all at once I was startled by a strange sound. I got up, looked out the door, and even walked around the house. By this time, as the sounds were faint, I resumed my scar, and supposed it was only my imagination. For a moment I sat and stared, but it was too much for me, for again I heard a pleading voice—or was it a moan? Looking carefully, I saw a scrap of calico that had been dropped on the hearth by Mother, who was making a quilt. When I picked it up and put it carefully on the arm of the chair, it spoke to me, saying “Poor unfortunate me!” Finally, 1 found my voice and said, ‘‘'Fell me of your troubles, little neighbor,” for it was a small piece of gay cotton cloth that deserved to be happy. The scrap then began to speak, Please excuse my complaint. 1 should not worry, for I have had adventurous experiences in the industrial life of Birmingham. I benefited by my development at the Avondale Cotton Mills ami my short stay at Love-man, Joseph Loch’s big store, hut somehow my mind keeps going back to my home in the country. One day in March, when I was only a small child—people called me a seed—I was dropped, along with many of my brothers, into a well plowed field about ten miles from Birmingham by farmers who kept talking about how they liked to do their trading in a bustling city full of manufacturing plants, such as American Cast Iron Pipe Company, and Tennessee Coal and Iron Company. They talked on and on about various processes in iron and steel making, which I did not understand. However, after several weeks had passed a few of these same farmers removed some of my brothers—thinning out, they called it. As if kind fortune had planned to help me forget the separating of my family, a letter came sometime later from an old friend of mine whom I had nicknamed Ironsides. He was only a small piece of scrap iron that had been broken from the hoc, which cut the grass from around my neck. And since he saved me from strangling, you know how glad I was to hear from him, particularly, since 1 knew only part of his life story. This is the letter: ‘Dear Friend, ‘1 have missed you terribly since we were separated, and have often thought of you. 1 promised to tell you my story the next time we met. but since this is unlikely I decided to write you. ‘My first home was deep under the surface of land owned by the Tennessee Coal and Iron Company. My first glimpse of mankind was of men who wore lanterns on their caps—they call it mining. They put me into little cars that run out into the light. It was all strange at first but one becomes accustomed to it. Later I was transferred from the cars to large piles where I waited for my destiny. During the summer months the time lagged. Here the action began! I was picked up by a large machine and dumped into a bucket. I was then mixed with coke and limestone to make what the men call a charge. I will never be as hot again as when this bucket was lifted to the [201 T iie Mirror top of the furnace, with all the impurities separated from me. At this stage, I was what the men call wrought iron. Later 1 was pressed into muck bars and went to the farm implement factory where I was shaped into a hoc, but my usefulness came to an end when a negro broke my back—and 1 was left to lie in the cotton field until the field was cleared of trash; after which they threw me into a scrap iron pile where 1 spent only a few days. Then again I was taken and made, in the course of time, into a fine steel rail; and I'm glad to say that continuous use keeps me shiny bright, and quite content. ‘Isn’t it wonderful how Birmingham industrialists conserve their resources. such as—scrap iron, and slag for instance? The South is on the move! Your family, Long Staple Cotton, like Southern Pine 'frees, will soon come into its own. I send best wishes for you personally, and for your home town, Birmingham. Yours, Ironsides' “Don’t you think this a very interesting letter? One scrap to another, so to speak. But where was I in my own story? Oh yes, just at the parting of my family. “After 1 had grown through the stages of delicate white and pink flowers, tiny green bolls appeared where the flowers had fallen off. This is why the planter had taken such pains with me. (He knew all about the process of growing cotton.) When I was seven weeks old, my bolls burst open and 1 was ready for picking. All my bolls didn’t burst at the same time so I had to be picked several times. The picking was done by some of my best friends. The darkies sang to me while they gently pulled me from my last home. On the way to the gin I saw my brothers and we had a family reunion. These were the happy days of my life. Wc dreamed of our future in Birmingham. Beautiful baths in red and green dye. But at the gin, we were separated again; parted for good. All these lumps that the men called seeds were taken out, and I was pressed tightly into a bale with many other little bits of cotton, and stored with many other bales of cotton in a large roomy warehouse where wc stayed while extras hollered about how much we were worth. At last, I was ready for broader citizenship. But right now 1 am still dizzy from my memory of the twisting and turning that came in the next few days, I think the men called it spinning. Anyway, they were rough, heavy-set men controlling a rearing ami plunging monster. We were then run on large spools and sent into another room where beautiful colors greeted us. At last mv dream was partly being fulfilled, for 1 was made into a piece of cloth, a white piece. The men began talking about what color they were going to dvc me. They finally decided I was to be bright blue. “Although only a bolt of cotton cloth. I sold readily and the merchant fingered me lovingly before he put me into a shop window to attract trade—ami what a business merchandising is! I never knew before that Birmingham merchants conducted such a volume of business. “One day I was selected from hundreds of other patterns by a young housewife. I moved again—this time to the apartment of a druggist. As a beautiful dress, 1 fluttered about the good wife who cooked many a dinner for the checry-naturcd man who came home every night to discuss pending legislation. Birmingham as an industrial [30] T iie Mirror city, and, incidentally, Popeye. VVhat a happy home these two young people had. When one thinks of economizing, he finds happiness lies not only with those lucky enough to have money, hut also with those striving to save money. The little and the small do count. I thought of Ironsides and your humble servant—two scraps. I thought also of how little industries and big industry should work together for Birmingham's continued growth. “But to get back to the personal, the dress of the young housewife wore out; then I was only a square to patch a hole in another dress. When this dress was discarded, 1 was torn off and put into the scrap bag. One day a man came and took the whole bag of scraps. I think he too was a trader, for I changed hands often. At last 1 fell into the hands of your mother, who so loved scraps that she cut big pieces into little pieces just to sew them together again. During this process, she dropped me on the hearth—and here 1 lie—a scrap. Oh, no. not a scrap, hut a small product of a Birmingham factory.” Well, at this minute I awoke. 1 had been dreaming, but the little piece of cloth made me feel ashamed that 1 was not a better cog in Birmingham’s wheel of industry. —Robert Feld BIRMINGHAM City that boasts a view Of white-hot ovens. Of tall blackened towers, Of man-made lava! Wastes poured out in midnight shades. Reddened with sunset tints. Belie the treacherous seas of heat below! Pour on. O molten Magic. From mountain’s heart of stone to steel there goes the endless task, Crude ore to iron! By force and skill. Back-rending work at pit and cable— Far into night’s ebony realm past the still dawn as weary labors cease. The mold is set, the steaming lava fanned by morning’s breeze. The air seems cool compared with last night's horror of heat and maddening toil for more Stoves and cars, stacks, furnaces, and trains, more casts in which to pour the living, glowing heat! [31] —Georgia Phillips T he Mirror STEEL—THE DIET OE BIRMINGHAM Red ore was discovered in 1817 by Frank Gilmer as he was passing through our present city of Birmingham. Accidentally, he noticed red clods on the edge of a clay bank. Wondering what they could be, he took them to Montgomery, where, upon testing the clods, he found them to be red ore, of which pig iron is manufactured. As a result of this, the great and magic city of Birmingham, with its population of'about 280,000, has grown up where nothing existed before; a tiny settlement has become a modern metropolis—nurtured on a diet of steel. The high-phosphorus slag resulting from the duplex process, a combination of the Bessemer converter and open-hearth methods, has proved to be an economical and effective plant food. After it is broken up, a magnet is passed over it to remove the small pieces of steel remaining, after which it is ground and screened and packed in one hundred-pound bags for sale to farmers. Two blast furnaces at Fairfield have an annual capacity of 482,000 tons of pig iron, which is delivered to nine open-hearth furnaces, where it is converted into steel by the straight open-hearth process. A 45-inch blooming mill and a 21-inch billet mill prepare the steel, in the form of billets and sheet bars, for the finishing mills. Does this not mean that Birmingham lives and thrives on a diet of steel? —Miriam Dorsky THE FIERY GIZZARD In the early 1870’s the Tennessee Coal and Railroad Company was headed for “the rocks if a wider market for their coal had not been found. The only solution was the manufacture of coke. The Tennessee Coal , Iron and Railroad Company found out that their coal would make coke “almost as good as the coal from Pennsylvania. The next step was to see if the Sewanec coke would make iron. The Tennessee workers finally invented a crude blast furnace composed of sandstone, blacksmith bellows, a stone pipe and an oil barrel for water. The day that the invention went to blast, James Warner, the company’s manager, remarked, “She's a fiery gizzard, all right. So the “Fiery Gizzard it became from that time forth. The “Fiery Gizzard operated for three days and produced fifteen tons of pig iron before she collapsed from sheer exhaustion up in the hills of Tennessee. She would have cause to be proud if she could see her offspring today—. The Tennessee Coal and Iron Company, which incorporated the word “Iron after the “Fiery Gizzard started making history, has now centered its steel and iron making industry in the immediate vicinity of Birmingham, Alabama—Fairfield, Ensley, and Bessemer. Hurrah for the “Fiery Gizzard! [32] —Billy Teas The .Mirror A PIECE OK COAL SPEAKS Outside it was cold, dark, and wet. Hut inside it was warm and bright. A large cheerful fire cast its welcomed warmth over the room. 1 was reading King Solomon's Mines” as I sat alone in the room in a big armchair near the fireplace. Because of the quietness, and the heat from the fire, my mind began to wander, and i allowed the book to close as it slipped from my fingers into my lap. On moving my foot to a more comfortable position, I heard a crunching sound, and felt an object beneath my foot. Leaning over, I picked up a piece of coal. Rolling it between my fingers, I started to throw it in the fire, remarking, Just a piece of coal.” 1 froze when a small shrill, sarcastic voice said, “Just a piece of coal.” I knew there was no one in the room, yet I was certain a voice had spoken. I did not move, but let my eyes roam over the room. They finally settled upon the piece of coal in my palm. On its face two pin-point eyes stared intensely at me. Beneath these little eyes a small mouth which showed white fringe when it moved, repeated, “Yes. just a piece of coal.” Quite surprised, I continued to stare wide-eyed at the piece of coal. Once more it spoke, “And after all 1 have done for you! My surprise having passed, and before I stopped to think. I curtly blurted out, “Just what have vou done for me?” The little fellow quickly replied, “1 warm you, run trains which bring you food, make the gas which cooks the food, and even flavor it for you. I make the dyes that color your clothes, the polish that shines your shoes, the . . .” “I know you keep me warm, and run trains, but 1 didn’t know that you did other things.” 1 frankly admitted. “Yes, I do those and a thousand other things about which I could tell you.” Now quite interested, 1 begged. “Please tell me about them.” 'The little fellow then proceeded to tell me this story. “I was not always as I am now, hard and black, being mostly carbon with a little sulphur, iron, lime, silica, and aluminum besides other things. Millions of years ago 1 was a part of a tree living quietly in a forest. One day this forest suddenly sank, and I, like thousands of others trees, was buried under the rocks, earth, and water. As time passed more soil settled over me and my friends, and we were compressed under tremendous weight. This pressure together with heat caused us to change from wood to coal. For ages we lay in our home in Wylam. Then one day men came and took us from our beds, and carried us to the surface. I, with some of mv friends, was shipped to Birmingham to be burned raw in homes, in small industries, and in locomotives. 1 hus I came to you. “My best friend’s journey did not end so soon. He was sent to the T. C. 1. By-Product Plant in Fairfield. There he was placed in a sealed oven. Gases, burning in the hollow walls around him, heated him until he became soggy, and gas was driven from him. After about eighteen hours in this oven, he was shoved from it and cooled. In this changed form, he became coke. “The gas he gave oft was cooled, yielding ammonia sulphate, used as a fertilizer, and napthalcnc. Scrubbers further remove benzol and oil. 'flic benzol alone has over a hundred thousand uses. The gas leaves a tar which yields a great variety of materials. The gas is then pumped to the Birmingham Gas Holders, which supply it to the Birmingham Gas consumers. [33] T H K .VI IRR'IR “The tar which his gas yields furnishes carbolic acid, creosote, paints, pitch, coke used in the smelting of the best ores, and paving material made from the residue. His changed form, coke, is most valuable in the steel industry. It furnishes not only the intense heat needed in the process, but also the carbon for the removal of the oxygen from the iron ore. Coke is being used more and more in industries and homes as it furnishes intense heat with no smoke. “Although he contains over seven hundred recognized compounds there are less than two hundred that can he removed practically. Among them arc solvent naptha, benzene, toluene, napthalene. xylene, and almost an endless number of chemical compounds. From these compounds are derived over fifty thousand articles. “Why, the lubricant in your machines, and the gas in your car are derived from him. The perfume, which smells so sweet on a girl, the lipstick, with which she paints her lips, and the bright beautiful colors of her dresses arc taken from him. “He provides varnishes and lacquers, explosives, soaps, pastes, flavors, medicines, and roofing materials. The ammonia used in refrigerators, and in the making of ice arc taken from him. Moth halls, aspirins, insect destroyers, photographic developers, radio cabinets, fountain pens, combs, headache and sleeping potions, among other things, have their source in him. “Thus you can see your modern civilization depends on my friends and me! In this way the piece of coal finished his tale. “Never again,” I told him, “will I ever speak of you as ‘just a piece of coal.’ ” —G. P. Young [34] T II K I IRROR [35] T II B M I R R O R Class of June, I93 ? Motto: In mrHias res. Flower: Sweet Pea Colors: Rose ami Lavender President .... Vice-President Secretary ..... Treasurer Orator Poet Pianist ..... Vocal ist Violinist Artist Carl Parlour Perry Hubbard Winifred Shields Quentin Payne Herbert Kiesewetter Carol Jenkins Catherine Worthington Jimmy Overton Virginia Cambron Kitty McIntosh COMMITTEES RING Miss Verplanck, Sponsor Anne Barnes Miss Flautt, Sponsor Lloyd Crissinger Miss Senn, Sponsor Herbert Kiesewetter Wayne Peake, Chairman Walter Spradley Martha Lee Hill Minnie Lou Burgin INVITATION Anna Hanlin, Chairman Ann Walker Ruth Reed MOTTO Felicia Walther, Chairman Sam Graham COLOR AND FLOWER M iss Comer, Sponsor Evelyn Fulks Betty Peacock, Chairman Jean Bennett YEARBOOK Miss Ellis, Miss Beard. Sponsors Jacqueline Marshall [36] Man Virginia Williams, Chairman Chalmers Frazer T j i h Mirror President’s Message HORATIO—OUR EXAMPLE Balance is the only safeguard for permanence, the only guarantee for successful accomplishment by nations and individuals, proof of which we find in history and the records of today. Napoleon, the greatest military genius of all time, allowed his desire for power to suppress his finer feelings and consequently met his “Waterloo.” In contrast, Robert K. Lee. also gifted in the arts of war, possessed high character, moral courage, and a noble nature” strong in the face of defeat. Classmates, in our social relations we should study not only sane reactions in the big outer world hut wc should investigate reactions in the worlds of mind and conduct. Do we by indirections find directions out? Do we hv dishonesty develop honesty? Do we by falsehood discover truth? No. we find directions by using directness. We develop honesty by respecting private ownership. We become truthful by avoiding misrepresentation. If a soft answer turncth away wrath, there may be other means of converting discord into harmony and insuring “permanence of the good.” Confidence in human nature is often inspired by sincerity and rewarded bv kindness. Grant made concessions to the Confederate soldiers in response to the influence of Lee’s nobleness of character; Silas Marner’s happiness was recaptured through his unselfish service to a little child ;AIacDuff’s intense grief over the impending doom of Scotland convinced Malcolm of his sincerity; Jean Vatican's faith in God and mankind was restored by the forgiveness and trust of the bishop. Medicine today is using to a small hut increasing degree the power of mind to build up the sick body. The power of suggestion is often helpful when the disease is largely mental. Ambition and desires arc also beneficial in developing a determination to conquer physical ills. Teachers have learned to lead pupils in the way of truth by using the ideals of noble prose and poetry to inspire and direct their lives. Emerson's philosophies of compensation and cooperation, and Carlyle's sermons on happiness and manhood are wholesome for the mind and the conduct of students of our day. Classmates, Hamlet's recommendation of Horatio. “For thou hast been As one. in suffering all, that suffers nothing, A man that fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks; and blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled. That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger” is a plea for a balanced character—for such a one finds and makes his place easily among friends and acquaintances; such a one helps others to work naturally and sincerely in the sphere for which they are “fitted by nature and circumstances.” He is the happy man, the man with vision and energy. He is the man who has adjusted himself to work with others ami serve his fellow man. [37] —Carl Farlow T he Mirror Senior Class Poem OUR TREASURE CHEST There is a golden treasure chest Within the heart of each That stays locked up inside Where no one else can reach. Perhaps it isn’t very large; Most precious things are small. A friend’s kind word, a cheery smile. The memories you recall, Are in themselves but wee things And yet how great they seem 'I o one who has them woven Into enchanting dream. We’ll open up the chest today And cast appraising eye Upon the treasuc hidden there That no bartering could buy. The first gem is a turquoise Of a twofold hue; A fresh new hope is in its green. True faith within its blue. A stone of sanguine color Gleams as though ablaze— And here a sparkling diamond Its facets shaped by man To bend Apollo’s gleaming ray Into a rainbow fan. Faith and hope and courage And the clear white light of thought Refracted into beauty— All these cannot be bought. The world has need of treasure, Filled with beauty’s life, With faith and hope and courage In calm days as well as strife. So all along life’s journey No matter what our quest The wise will cherish ever His hidden treasure chest. [38] —Carol Jenkins T he Mirror Senior Class Oration CITIZENSHIP In time long past, the apostle Paul said, We are all members of one body; today we arc learning to think of humanity as a body and of citizens, as a functioning group. The conception of citizenship has become a living, growing force, binding together its members with a certain ideology, striving for the accomplishment of ideals. Year by year the sweep of the citizen’s horizon has grown. In the ancient world there existed the original citizen, the inhabitant of a city: but his horizon did not extend beyond boundary lines, it was the city with its numerous responsibilities; it coined money; it supported an army ; it prescribed its form of government. But the growth of government and the growth of citizenship arc parallel. With every new benefit the citizen adds new responsibilities; with each new privilege, new obligations. As the citizen recognized the advantages of civic welfare and interdependence, he established school and government. Then, as he realized that the needs of science and commerce, of knowledge and progress, could best he served by greater cooperation, he became such a good citizen in the small unit that he expanded his services. Thus, citizenship concerned itself not so much with its field of operation as with the promotion of the welfare and well-being of all. A harmony of all classes—union between and among men to work for the general public—comes through service and leads to sympathy and understanding. Therefore, the citizen cultivated the civic virtue of respect for the rights of others—which is the future culmination of development from cave-man to social man. Wherever men go, whatever occupation they follow’, they, as members of the great brotherhood of educated people, have an obligation to stand for intelligence as a w’av of life and to make intelligent living the common habit of mankind. Three times the citizens of America fought to bring themselves to the ideal of a democratic nation. The founding—the Revolution; the internal testing—the War between the States; and the upholding—the World War, which brought forth from Wilson the idealistic League of Nations. A new group of idealists dare to sav that responsibility lies in the body of the people, who find their ideals in the practical. The true citizen is an idealist, whose tolerance leads him to weigh and consider, whose tough-minded ness nerves him to accept or reject. Realizing that the good of the part brings about an improvement of the whole, he expects his section to receive such recognition as it merits. His is that valor; part, independent—for self; part, cooperative—for others. He is that man who perseveres until his ideal can he achieved. He has not waged hitter fights, he has not vainly brawled, hut he has won a deserved victory. He is the man who wills and then does. Let us he members of an educated citizenry with open minds understanding both the sun anil the fitful clouds before the sun, our inherent strength and our occasional weaknesses, remembering with Carlyle that the light of the mind is coexistent with the warmth of the heart. From such citizenry, a common sympathy w ill result. Toward that goal education is moving us steadily. As the influence of education is felt more strongly, we the people grow more and more understanding, finding that our interests lie close together. [39] T he Mirror How shall we educate for this broader citizenship? Tennyson answers. “It is the authors, more than the diplomats, who make nations love one another.” “He educators before you arc law makers,” advises Baucai. What will education do? For traders, it gives graphic geography, transportation, weekly wages and earning hours, a meeting and appreciation of different peoples. For thinkers, education gives language, the key to the quirks and customs of other nationalities; for artists, beauty, the spirit’s common speech.” For all of us, education gives truth. On graduation, we seniors will step “in medias res”; in the midst of this confusion we must seek truth. Hut let us remember, with Matthew Arnold Culture is not merely the endeavor to see and learn truth, but the endeavor, also, to make it prevail. —Herbert Kiescwcttcr [40] T he Mirror Carl Farlow Ambition: To have as good a time in life ns I’ve had in high school. Activities: Senior Class President; Owen, Sec. '38, Pres. '39; Usher 37, '38. '39, Sec. ’39. Perry Hudb ri Ambition: To learn more and more about less and less until I know everything about nothing. Activities: Vice-Prcs. Senior Class; Chairman Club Corn. 39; Rifles Club '37. Vice-Pres. '37. Chaplain '38; Dramatic Club '39; Lieut. R.O.T.C. '39; basketball '36. '37; Rifle Team '39; Armistice Parade '36, '3S. WnciFRKD Mary Shields Winnie” Ambition: To wear a smile when things look darkest. Activities: Senior Class Sec. '39; Promethean '35, 36, '37. Vice-Pro. '38, Rcc. Sec. '39; Art Club '35; Dramatic Club '35; National Honor Society ’39; Mirror Board '39; S. R. Pres. '36. Sec. '37. Vicc-Pr'cv '38. Sec. '39. Most (jutstin Paysk Ambition: To always wear a smile. Activities: Senior Class Treas.; Owen '36, '39, Cor.-Sec. '39; Ushers '38. '39; Track '36. '37. 39; Ht-Y '3S; Mirror Board '38. Sports Editor '38, Editor-in-Chicf '39. Herbert Kiesp.wetter Kiesy Ambition: Peace through Education Activities: Senior Class Orator, Motto Com.; Grit. Org. Chmn. Clubs Com. '3S. Scholarship Com. ’38; Mirror Editor '38; State Debate Team, l?t place ’38. 2nd place ’39; Usher? '3S, '39; Owen Vice-Pres. '37, '38, Pro. '38; State Civitan Oratorical, 3rd place '38: Senior Play '38: Speakers Bureau '38; News Oratorical, School Rep., '39; Honor Society '39. Carol Jenkins Ambition: To make the best of what am and the most of what have. Activities: Senior Class Poet; Promethean '36, '37, '38, '39, Treas. '38; Glee Club '39; Mirror Board '39; Treble Clef Club 37. Pres. '38; G. !.. C. 37. '38. 39; Junior Red Cross '36, '37; Council Member ’36, '37, '3S, ’39. James Overton “Jimmy Ambition: To he the head-man. Activities: Senior Class Vocalist; Glee Club '36, '37, '38, '39; “Carmen , Aida , Pinafore , Vaudeville '36. '37, '38. 39, Music Festival '36. '37, '38. Musical Revue. Alice Virginia Cambios “Pud” Ambition: To have no fear! IT hat is in store for me shall find me self-reliant, undismayed. Cod grant my only cowardice may be afraid—to be afraid. Activities: Senior Cla� Violinist 39; I'halia 35, '39; G. I.. C. '37. '39; Dramatic Club '35. '37: Orch. '37. 39. Kathryn Wynn McIntosh Kitty” Ambition let I ways laugh when you can. Activities: Senior Class Artist: Honor Society Sec. '39; Promethean Vice-Prcv '38, Cor.-Sec. '37, Auditor ‘39; Art Club Cor.-Sec. 36; Painters' Club '39; P T. A. and Honor Society programs S. R. Council Member '38. Sarah Elizabeth Abercrombie Ambition: To live, not in words sfasten, but in deeds accomplished. Activities: Aglaia Pres. '36. Critic '36: Phillips Night 3 ; Sec. S. R. '37; Sec. Eng. Class '36; Mirror Agt. '3S. [41] T he Mirror Elizabeth Durrkll A dwell -Dopy Ambition: To have lots oj frifn.lt and make the most of tny life. Activities: Aglaia '37. '3S, ’39: Armistice Program '38; S. K. Banker '35; Pres. Speech Class '3S. Mary Frances Axeman “Frankie Ambition: To enjoy life. Activities: Promethean ’35, '36. Cor.-Sec. ’36; G. L. C. 37. '38. '39; S. R. Sec. '35. Pres. '36. Vice-Pre . '37; History Class Sec ’38. Frances Emogenc Alexander Jean Ambition: To live to see the movie version of Cone With the Wind.” Activities: Personality Club 3S. '39. Mary Rebecca A verve “B?ck Ambition: To have these essentials of happiness: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for. Activities: Astraea ’37. Constitution Com. '38, Treas. '39: Mirror Board 3S. 59; Marshal '36. '37. '38, '39. Mary Ellen Bac.by Grade Ambition: To he ever inspired by the fart that it was from a little aeorn that the big oak grew. Activities: Asso. Editor Mirror '39; Annual Board '38; Aglaia '39. William Bailey. Ill Winkie Ambition: To he an electrical engineer, a gentleman of leisure, and to raise a family. Activities: Photography Club Treas. '39. Pren. '38: Hilliard '37; Mirror Agent '38, '39. Anne Roberts Byrnes Annski Ambition: To meet the wolf at the door and come hack with a fur coat Activities: Dramatic Club 36. '38. '39; Personality Club '38. '39. Program Com. 38. '39; Phillips Night '37 ; English Class Critic 37; Mirror Typist '39; Annual l ypist 39; Lunchroom Marshal '37; Home Ec. Fashion Show ‘37. Jane Russell Barratt Chubby ' Ambition: To discover a glue that will mend the broken hearts of seniors. Activities: Gen. Org. Publication Com. '39; Art Club '35. '36; Pierian Critic '35. '36. '37. '38. Cor.-Sec. ’37; Carmen ; Aida : Phillips Night '36; S. R. Sec. '35. Thomas Leatham Barrett “Tex Ambition: To sit on the North Pole and read the Mirror by the Northern Lights, William John Bazemore Bill Ambition: To keep a clean slate. Activities: Phillips Night '37; R.O.T.C Programs '37. '39; Armistice Parade '36; Council Member '37; Rifles Club '38. '39; Ili-Y '38. '39. [42] The Mirror James Hayward Beckham iladie Ambition: To live the life I love. Activities: Glee Club '36, '37, '38, Librarian '37, '38; ••Carmen '36; Aida '37; Phillips Quartet '37, '38; Vaudeville '37, '3S; Phillips Night '37. '38; Music Festival '37. '38; Banker '38. '39. Jean Marie Bennett Ambition: To Jo only what I can Jo well anJ Jo well whatever I Jo. Activities: Vestalia '37; Painters' Club '3S; S.R. Sec.‘36. M WtCARBT BlCKERTON “Btckcv Ambition: To he al le to mate up my mind. Activities: Damrosch Club '36, '37; Personality Club '38. '39 Edwaro Blackmon Ed Ambition: To better the outlook of the agriculturist upon life. Activities.: Hilliard '36; Pres. S. R. '36, '37; Council Member '38. '39. Rust Margaret Boston Ambition: To Jo my hett to that when July whispers low. 'thou must’, the youth replies. 7 tan'. Activities: Aida ; “Carmen”; Phillip Night Program '36. '37. Bobby Lee Boutwell Ambition: To Jo something worthy of being rrmem- breed. Activities: Hilliard '36, 37, '38; Band 35. 36. '37. 38 ; S. R. Banker '36; Council Member ‘37. Ruth Elizabeth Bradbury Ambition: To sail my ship safely thru' the jagged racks of life anJ in the enJ to anchor it securely in the “Harbor of Success Activities: A. E. A. Program '37; Spring Festival ’37; Vaudeville ‘37; Red Cross 37; Mnemosyne an ’36. ’37, ’38, ‘39; Dramatic Club ‘39. Virginia Flora Bridgewater Gingerbread Ambition: To have the power an.I strength of mind anJ body to succerJ. Activities: Phillips: Astraea '3S, 39; Jr. Red Cross Pres. '39. Vice-Pres. 38. Sec. '38; Vice-Pre . Biology Clas '39; Ramsay: Pres. Jr. Red Cross '37. Bettye Flo Brooks Brooksic' Ambition: To sow a crop of generous thoughts anJ deeds and reap a harvest of friends. Activities: National Honor Society '39; Vestalia '37; G. L C. '37: Mirror Agent 37; Banker '37. ‘38, S. R. See. 3S, Vice-Pre . '39; Pres. Spanish Class '37; Pre . History Clas 'J9; Editor of Annual. Cleo Estelle Brown Dolly Ambition: To tread the primrose path of dalliance. Activities: Mirror Board ’38; Personality Club ’IB. ’39; Club Reporter ’38, '39; Annual '38; Marshal '36. [43] T he Mirror Edna Elus Brown “Eddie Ambition: To hold a winning hand in the game of life. Activities: Girls' Freshman Club, Pres.; Astraea '35, '36, '37, '3$; Cheerleader '37. 3S; Orchestra '35. '36; Marshal '37; S. R. Banker '36, '37, Council Member '38, Mirror Agent '37, '39; Mirror Board '39; Dramatic Club '39; Phillips Night '39; Property Com. Senior Play '39. Eunice Ellis Brown Brownie Ambition: To plant kindness, to sow courtesy, to reap friendship. Activities: Gen Org. Vice-Pres. '38; Astraea '35, Press Com. '37, Parliamentarian '39; Dramatic Club 39; Cheerleader '37, '38; Orchestra '35, '36; Phillips Night '38; Mirror Board '39; Inter-IIigh School Council '38; S. R. Sec. ‘35. '39, Banker '39; Vice-Pres. Speech Clast '37, '39. David Bryan “Davo Ambition: To live and to learn. Minnie Lou Burgin Ambition: To live a full life. Activities: National Honor Society 38, '39; Aglaia '36, '37, '38; Phillips Night Programs '37. '3S; Pres English Class '36. '37. Viola Belle Butner Bella Ambition: To learn, to live, and to love. Activities: Personality Club '38; Fashion Show ‘36: P T. A. Program. Mary Elizabeth Butsch Ambition: Sever a dull moment, never a dull thought. Activities: Aglaia '39; Mirror Agent '36; Phillips Night '37, '38; G. I.. C. '37. '38, '39. Elizabeth Ann Campbell Lib Ambition: To he a dress designer. Activities: Astraea '38, Vice-Pres. '39; Dramatic Club '37, '3S. Pres. '39; Poetry Contest '38; Artists Forum '39; Speech Class Pres. '38. Ruth Marie Campbhj.i Boo Ambition: To make a success of my chosen career as a commercial artist. Activities: Sec. Gen. Org. '39; Thalia '36, '37, ‘3S, '39, I'reas. ‘37, Sec. ’38. Cor.-Sec. 39; Tied for Most Outstanding Senior Girl; 1st prize State Fair ’38; 2nd place Girls Inter-Club Oratorical Contest ‘36; Club Stunt ’36; S. R. Pres. ’37, ’3S, '39, Vice-Pro. '38; Pre . History Class '37. Sec. '36; Pres. Fnglish Class '36; Sec. Speech Cla i' '36. '37. Homer Clint Carder, Jr. Ambition: To leave some indelible footprints as I truck” along the sands of time. Activities: Gen. Org. Pres. '39; Ushers '38, '39; Dramatic Club '35. '36. '37. '39: Band '36. 37, ‘38. '39; Music Festival '37, '38. '39; Armistice Day Parade '38; Graduation Exercises '37. '3S. Ntenlina Ida Carruba Mickey Ambition: To reach the Metropolitan Opera Stage. Activities: Make-Up Chmn. Dramatic Club '38. '39; Personality Club '39; Glee Club 3S, '39; Carmen” '37; Phillips Night '38; Commencement ’39; Christmas Program '3$; Ind. Pres. Church '38; Auditorium Faust '38; Vaudeville '37. '38; Speech Chorus '38; Montcvallo '38; Music Festival '39; May Day Festival '37; Auditorium Program ’57. [44] T he Mirror Roy Thomas Carter, Jr, Pill” Ambition: To get into the Army Air Corps F.i.kanor Louise Cassels “Half-Pint Ambition: To succeed where others have failed. Activities: Vcstalia ’36, ’38. Wyneu.f. Levada Cobb Ncllc Activities: Senior Ring Com. ‘39; (Jen. Org. Law and Order Com. '38; Thalia '36, 37. '38. '39. Rcc.-Scc. 38. Cor.-See. ’37. Social Com. '36; Intcr Club Stunt 37, 38; Dramatic Club '36, '37, '38, 39; May Day Festival 37; Susan B. Anthony '37; Montevallo 38: Sr. Play 39; Glee ( lub '37; Carmen ; Aida ; Phillip . Night 37; Sec. History Class '36; Marshal ’37. '38. Mead Marshal '38; Council Member 39. Virginia Ci.ara Cos sable “Ginia Ambition: To enjoy every minute of life. Clarence Burton Cosby Ambition: To get a good job and enjoy life. Activities: West End: S. R. Pres. '37. Anna Lucile Cox Activities: Honor Society 38; Dramatic Club’35; Glee Club ’38; Music Festival ’39. Lloyd Charles Criwingrr, Jr. “Cris Ambition: To graduate from college as an aeronautical engineer and then obtain a good position. Activities: Gen. Org. Scholarship Com. ’39; Hilliard 38, S. R. Council Member ’38, 39; Hist. Glass Pres. ‘38. Charles Gunn Crowe Slug Ambition: l’D«r guess is as good as mine. Activities: Vice-Pre . History Cla 39; S. R. Pres. ’35, Hanker 36. '37, Council Member '36, '37, '38; Science Club '37. '38. '39. Helen Frances Curtis Chicken Ambition: To be a commercial artist. Activities: Damrosch Club '37. '38, Vicc-Prcs. '38; Charter Member Painter Club '39; Orchestra '35. '36, 37 '38; Aglaia '36, '37; Pen and Brush Club '39. F.t.otsr Nichols Davis Ambition: To be an unsucessful failure. Activities: Honor Society '38, '39; Vcstalia, Trcas. '38; Marshal '36, '37, '38; Gym Lieut. '38; Mirror Board '38, '39. [451 T he Mirror William Lee Dean “Deacon Ambition: To live and conduct myself in such a way as to keep my self-respect anA make my mother proud of me. Activities: Phillips Variety Show '39; Alabama Music Festival '39. Samuel E. Donegan Ambition: To he a good example of success. Miriam Dorsky “Mickey Ambition: To he to the world what glue is to the postage stamp. Activities: Mncmosynean '36. '37; Personality Club '38, Publicity Chinn. '37; G. L. C. '37; Speech Class Pres '36. Elizabeth Shelton Howards “Bide” Ambition: Always to have a sense of humor. Activities: Mnemosynean '37, '38. '39; Dramatic Club; Junior Red Cross; Freshman Vodvil '36, '37. Eleanor Etheridge “Pud Ambition: To reveal my talent and use it to the extent of my ability. Activities: Vesta I ia '36; Personality Club '38, '39; Fashion Show '37. Martha Manning Eubanks Mot Ambition: To he what I want to he but what l‘m not yet. Activities: Promethean '36, '37; Personality Club '38. '39; Sec. History Class '37; Banker '36. '37. I.oraine Elizabeth Falks Ambition: To meet the world with a smile. Activities: Personality Club '37; Sec. History Class '37 ; Phillips Night '36. '37. Wilson Robert Ernest Farm “Dopey Ambition: To do all in my power to make this a better world in which to live. Activities: Dam roach '37; State Music Festival '37, '39; City High School Orchestra ’37, '39; Librarian. Orchestra '37, '38; Vice-Pre . Harmony Class '39. Geraldine Forte “Gerry Ambition: To he the captain of the good ship Success1' Activities: Mnemosynean '37; Personality Club '38, 39; Mirror Board '39; Club Stunt '37. Alice Kathryn Fountain “Kat Ambition: To he a good librarian soon and a good musician eventually. [46] T he .Mirror Ida Cynthia Fountain Ambition: To live my life as I desire, and at cord that privilege to alt. Benjamin Chalmers Frazer Ambition: To realize my ambition that I haven't thought of yet. Activities: Pres. Science Club '38. ’39; Mirror Circulation Staff '38. 39; Shades Cahaba: Wilson Literary Society.. Virginia Evelyn Fui.ks Topcy” Ambition: To be calm, cool, and collective, and to hold on with a bulldog’s tenacity. Activities: Aglaia '36, Membership Chinn. ’39. Social Com. '38, Social Chinn. ’37, Critic '37; Phillips Night '37; Dramatic Club '36, '37: Speech Class Sec. '37. Robert Galloway Howard Monroe Garner Slug Ambition; To learn more and mure about less and less until I know everything about nothing. J. I). Garner Slug Ambition: To fit square pegs in round holes. Activities: Mirror Agent '35. Margaret Evri.yn Gilbert Ambition iTo sleep and dream that life is duty; wake and find that life is beauty.” Activities: Vestalia '37. f3S. ’39. Anne Glover Baby Ambition: To keep out of trouble. Activities: Athletic Com. '38; Speech Class Sec. '38; Biology Class Sec. '38: Campaign Speaker '38, '39; Art Club '36. '37; Pierian. Press Com. '37, Vice-Pres '38; Dramatic Club ’38. '39. Doris Jean Graham Shorty” Ambition: To keep in step with modern pep. Activities: Vice-Pres. Ilistor • Class '36; S. R. Banker '37; Marshal '36; G. L. C. '37. '38, '39; Armistice Program '3$;Gvm Lieut. '35. '36; Capt. Basket Ball Team '36; Phillips Night 37. '38. Cameron George Grammas Ambition: To be a successful candy manufacturer. [47] T H e Mirror Jase Ei.ma Grantham Ambition: To do better in the future than I have in the past Activities: Dramatic Club ’38; Aglaia '39; West End IliKh: French Club 36. '37; S. R. Banker '35. Mary Louise Grayson Ambition: To attain suer ess in at least one thing during my life time. Activities: Vcstalia 36. '39; Treble Clef '37; Vaudeville 37, Music Program at Senior Play '37; Glee Club 3S; Phillips Night '38; Faust Program '38‘ Christmas Program '38; Radio Program 3S; Teachers' Meeting '38; Vaudeville '38. Nei.wyn Lyle Greek “Token Ambition: To be considered a lighthouse on the sea of friendship. Activities: Personality Club, Vice-Pres. '39. McMirkay Logan Griffith “Buddy’’ Ambition: To achieve greatness in aeronautical engineering. Activities: Hilliard '37. '38. '39; Band ’36. '37, '38. 39; Orchestra '38. '39. Pres. '38; Glee Club ’37. '38; Pres. Orchestration Class '39; Tennis Team '39. Kathryn Elizabeth Grimes Sip” Ambition: To reach the mountain top and glimpse the sea. Activities: Gen. Org. Law and Order Com. '37. Scholarship Com. '38, Publicity Com. '39; Promethean 36. 37. '38. '39. Critic '37, Pres. '38; Dramatic Club '35. '36; S. R. Mirror Agent '35. '36. Council Member '37; Art Club '35, ’36. Anna McQueen Hanmn Ambition: To do what ran do well and to do well whatever I do. Activities: Chmn. Invitation Com. Senior Class; Gen. Org. Athletic Com. '38. Chmn. Scholarship Com. '39; National Honor Society '38, '39. Vice-Pres. '39; Mirror Board '38. '39. Asso. Editor '39; Thalia '37, '38, '39. Critic '38. Publicity Com. '39, Vice-Pres. '39; Marshal. Sec. '3S; Dramatic Club; Art Club '36, '37; Play Day '38 '39; Inter-Club Stunts ‘38. Mary Joyce Harris Ambition: To be able to know something about everything. and everything about something. Activities: Pres. Personality Club '39; Vice-Pres. History Class '39; Pres. Biology Class '39; Aglaia; “Carmen'' ; Council Member '37. Jean Hays Ambition: To have as many friends as Phillips has students. Activities: Phillips Night '37. '38; Vestalia '38. '39; Stunt Day '37. '38; S. R. Pres. '35. '36. Banker '37. Council Member '39; History Class Vice-Pres. '38. Jane Henderson Ambition: To travel. Activities: Thalia '35; S. R Sec. '34. '36. '37. '38. Vice-’res. '36. Banker '36. Dwight Lyddane Heri.ong “Dite Ambition: To accomplish great things in life. Activities: Sec Ili-Y '39; Phillips Night 38; S. R. Banker '37,'3S; Mirror Agent 38, '39; Tennis '38. '39. [48] T me Mirror I1ei.es' Hinkle Ambition: .Ifter going over those “rough ways ' to finally reach the stars. Activities: Astraea '36, ‘37, 38, ’39, Social Com. ’37, Treas. ’38. Pres. ’39; Dramatic Club ’36, '37, ’38. ’39, English Class Pres. ’35; Biology Class Sec. ’39; Senior Play ’39. Robert Hints Bob” Ambition: To he an industrial engineer. Activities: Gen. Org. Chinn. Athletic Com. ’39; Basketball '39; Track ’39. Ruth James Hogan Ambition: To make a success out of life and to win many friends. Florence Belle Holland Bob Belle Ambition: To prove red hair means success. Activities: Clio ’36, '37, ’38; Membership Chinn. Aglaia '39, Best Sport; Marshal ’36; Phillips Night 38; Baseball Team ’38, ’39. Mgr. ’38. '39. Florence Irene Holland Dutchie Ambition: To do everything I undertake, he it great or small, to the best of my ability. Activities: Banker ’37, ’38, '39; Painters' Club. James Harvey Honeycutt, Jr. Buddy Ambition: To he a great flyer. Activities: S. R. Pres. '35; Mirror Agent '36. Hilda Bertha Jernigan Ambition: To have patience to hr still, courage to venture out, wisdom that will not let me stray, and love that is sincere. Activities: Clio '36, '37, 38, ‘39, Paliarnentarian '37, Treas. '38. Pres. '38, Treas. '39; Dramatic Club ’36, 39; G. L. C. '36, 37. '38. '39; S. R. Council Member '36, Pres. '36, Vice-Pres. '39, Council Member 37; History Class Sec. ’38; Speech Cla� Sec. '36; Gym Capt. '37. '39. William Curtis Kennedy, Jr. Ambition: To take life as easy as I have taken it for the last four years. Activities: Yancey 37, '38. Cor.-Sec. '39 Ushers '38. '39; Ili-Y '38, '39; S. R. Banker '36. Pres. '37; Phillips Night '36; Pres. Hist. Class '37, '38. Carolyn Frances King “Benny Ambition: To repay my parents some of what they have done for me by living up to the high ideals they have set for me. Activities: Thalia '36, '37, '38, '39; Dramatic Club '37, '38; G. L. C. '36. '37. '38; Inter-Club Stunt '36, '38; P. r. A. '38; S. R. Banker '36; Sec. History Class '39. Dorothy Kiu.au Kropj Dot Ambition: To dance on the step of success. Activities: Aglaia '36, '37, Pin Com. 38; Marshal '38; G. L. C. '37, 3S. '39; English Class Pres. '35; S. R. Banker '35. '36. [49] T he Mirror Annie Elizabeth Lillie “Pat Ambition: To tail the seven seas on the S. S. Romo ace. Activtic : Junior Red Cross, See. '36, Vicc-Pre . '37; Phillips Night '3$; Music Festival '37; Orchestra ’35. '36, '37, '3$. '39; S. R. Pro. '35. Sec. 36. '37. Pete H. Lind Ambition: To learn more and more about lest and lets until 1 I-non everything about nothing. Augustus Gerald Long, Jr. Ambition: To be a doctor. Activities: Football '37; Baseball '36. '37: Sport Club '35. '36. '37. Arthur Fulton Lovell, Jr. “Buddy Ambition: To be successful in my attempt to succeed in being a success in life. Activities: Phillips Night '35. '36: Marshal '36. 37 ; Football Mgr. '35. '36. Mary Margaret Lyle Ambition: To be a friend to all and an enemy to none. Activities: Personality Club '38; Phillip Night '38; History Class Coin. '38; Banker '36. Jacqueline Marshal! Jac Ambition: To do at least one thing exceptionally veil. Activities: Pierian '36. '37. '38, '39. Sec. ‘37. Trcas. '38. Pro '38; Art Club '36; S. R. Pres. '38. '39: Biology Class Vice-Pre . '38; History Class Vicr-Pres. ’39; Good Citizenship Girl '38; Publicity Com. Senior Play 38. Dorothy Elizabeth Martin Dot Ambition: To climb the ladder of success two steps at u time. Dwid McCarty. Jr. Jeanne McClure Ambition: To be glad of life because it gives you a chance to love, work, and play. Activities: Athletic Com. Gen Org. '38: Promethean '36. Sec. '38. Cor.-Scc. '39. Entertainment Com. '37: Freshman Vaudeville '36; S. R Sec., Banker 36. Pres. '37; R. O. r. C. Sponsor '37. 38, '39. Capt. Gym Class '36. Jswell Vernon McCulloch ‘Dopey Ambition: To keep on keeping on. [50] The Mirror Alfred Martin McDonald “Mac” Ambition: To be an officer in the United States Army. Activities: Hilliard '34. ’35. '36. '37: Hi-Y 35, ’36, ’37; R. O. T. C. Major '39. Individual Competition '34. '35; Phillips Ride Team '35, '36. '37. '38, '39; City Ride Team '36. ,’37. '38, '39; Armistice Parade; S. R Pres. '35; Mirror Agent '36; S. R. Vice Pres. '36. Constance Frkdai.een McElroy Connie Ambition: To learn the luxury of doing good. Activities: Mnemosynean '36, '37, '38; Vestalia '39; Preble Clef '3S; Glee Club '39; Dramatic Club '36. '37; Vaudeville '36. '37. '38; Marshal '36. Loutss McWn.UA.MS “Mac Ambition: To he the girl my mother experts me to hr. Activities: Personality Club '38, '39; Dramatic Club '39. Richard Clark Meadows T.pp Ambition: To have a job making plenty of money, going to work at 12 and getting off at 1 and having an huur for lunch. Activities: Boys' Freshman Club '35; Pres. S. R. '35, Council Member '37. Louisi Mills “Wheeaie Ambition: To meet Mr. and Mrs. Fortune hut never Miss Fortune. Activities: Astraea 35, '36. '37. '38, Pres. '38, Membership Com. '35, '37; S. R. Banker. Sec.; History Class Sec., Vicc-Pres. Winnie Rith Mizell “Wini Ambition: To he everybody's friend. Activities: Senior Glee Club '36. '37, '38, '39; Carmen ’37; “Pinafore ‘37; A. E. A. ‘36, ’37, ’38; Phillips Night '36, '37, 38, '39; Graduation Exercises ‘38. '39: Broadcast '37, ’38. 39; Vodvil '36: Personality Club ’38, ’39; Glee Club Concert 36: I ml. Pres. Church Program ’36, ’37. 38; S. R. Sec. 38; Mirror Typist ’39. Charlie Anthony Moi.mca “Smiley Ambition: To follow the narrow path. Activities: S. R. Sec. ’35; History Class Sec. ’35. Nancy Jo Moore Jo Ambition: To he a great eoncert pianist and Play always as if a master wrrr listening Activities: Mnemosynean, Scrapbook Chmn. '37. Press Com. '38, Sec. 39; Harmony Class Librarian '37. Vicc-Pres. '3S, Sec. 39; Auditorium Program 39. Millie Elizabeth Morgan “Libba Ambition: To find friendship, reap riches, and harness happiness. Activities: Promethean '35: Marshal '35, '36, 37; S. R. Sec. '36, Banker '35. '36. Katherine Adeline Moriarty “Iggy Ambition: Sever to he a bore. Activities: Gen. Org. Athletic Com. '38; Vestalia Treas. '38. Sec. 38; Sec. G. L. C. '39; Phillips Night '38. '39; State Music Festival '37, '39; A. E. A. '37, '3S; Vaudeville '37, '38. '39; Glee Club '38. Bus. Mgr. '39; Sec. S. R. '39; Sec. History Class '38. [51] 1' he Mirror Mary Ann Nancf. Bio Bo Ambition: To look out and not in. to look forward not backward, and lend a hand. Activities: Gen. Org. Publications Com. '38: Astraea, Trees. ‘36; Promethean ’38; Stunt Program '38; Vice-Prcs. History Class '37; Vice-Prcs. Speech Class ‘36; Pres. Home Pc. Class '35. ’36; S. R. Banker ’36. Sec ’37. Fxv.n Eniv.tt9 N i4or Hank Ambition: To achive the highest success of a professional athlete. Activities: Baseball ’37. ‘38. ’39. Ella Elizabeth Newsome Ambition: To be a success in life. Activties: Girl Reserves '37; Personality Club '39; Dramatic Club '37; Carmen ; Father’s Night '36. Mary Frances Nichols “Wadi Ambition: To do unto others as I would have them do unto me. Activities: National Honor Societv '38; Senior Glee Club ’36. ’37. ’38. ’39; Personality Club ’38. ’39; A. E. A. '36, '37. ’38; Carmen '37; State Festival '37. '39; Music Review '37; Pinafore '37; Phillips Night ’36. '37, '38. 39; Graduation Exercises '39; Broadcast 38; Vodvil ‘35. ‘36; Ind. Pres. Church Christmas Program '37. ’38; Variety Show 39; S. R. Sec. ’37. '38. Banker '37. Mirror Agent '36. Vice-Pres. '38. ’39; Sec. English Class '35; Mirror Typist '39. Cornelia Powell Ousler “Neely Ambition: Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul. Activities: Art Club '35; Pierian '36. Cor.-Sec. '38, Tress. '39; Treble Clef '37, Librarian '37; Glee Club '38; Phillips Night '38. Johnnie William Owens John” Ambition: To become a t ood engineer in the mechanical field. Doris Jeanette Palmer Billie Ambition: To he a success both socially and financially. Activities: Personality Club; Phillips Night Program ; S. R. Sec '35; Civics Vice-Pres. 36; History Vice-Pres '36. Sec. 37; English Sec. ’35. ’36. Mae Garrison Park Ambition: To be a great character actress. Activities: Datnrosch, Sec. 38. Treas. 39; Dramatic Club ’35. ’36. 37. 38. ’39; G. L. C.; Vaudeville ’3S. '36. ’37. '38, '39; Auditorium Program; Band Concert '37; Mirror Agent '39. Charles Patterson Pat Ambition: To be or not to be, that's my ambition. Activities: Marshal'36. '37. '38; S. R. Pres. '36. Council Member '35; Pres. Harmony Class '38. Betty Lorrna Peacock Ambition: To have people aide to say, I knew her 'when'. Activities: National Honor Societv '39; Vestalia '38. !39; Sec. S. R. '39. Banker '37; Vice-Pres. Hist. Class '39 [52] T he Mirror Dorothb Marik Peters Dudie Ambition: To always be happy—even on Mon Jay. Activities: Gen. Org. Publications Coin. '38. Clubs Com. 38. Scholarship Com. '39; Pierian '36, Chmn. Social Com 38, Sec. '39; Glee Club '38; Phillips Sight 38; S. R. Sec. 36, Council Member '39. Mirror Agent '37; Hist. Class Sec. '39; Phillips Variety Show '39. Georgia Alice Phillips Ambition: To dare to J� what I Jure to dream. Activities: Astraea Cor.-Sec. '37. Rec.-Sec. 38: Glee Club Sec. '39; History Class Sec. '3S, Vice-Pres. 39; b. R. Mirror Agent '36; Mirror board '38. Ernest Vaughn Pope, Jr. Ambition: Not to be in the bathtub when opportunity knocks. Activities: Hilliard '36, Cor.-Sec. 38, 1 rcas. 38, I bird Member Standing Com. '39; S. R. Banker 36, Pres. 36, '37; Vice-Pres. Speech Class '36. Ann Christine Poavell Ambition: To be sociable, sensible, and unit cable. Activities: Astraea '36. '57. '38. '39, Parliamentarian '38. Membership Com. '3S. '39, Social Com. '39; Librarian Harmony Class '37. '39; Aud. Program '39; Banker 36. ’37, '38. '39; Council Member '36; Marshal 37. Evans Linton Purdy, Jr. Ambition: To fit spectacles on potato eyes. Activities: Milliard. Cor.-Sec. '39; Ushers Club '3S. 59; Football '37, Greenies; S. R. Pres. '35. '36; History Class Pres. 39. Catherine Ann Ray “Kitty'' Ambition: To be a success in whatever I undertake to do. Activities: Carmen : State Music Festival '37; S. R. Sec. '36, Banker '37. William Rufus R y W. R. Ambition: To become a success. Activities: S. R. Pres. '36. Vice-Pres. '37. Mirror Agent •35, Banker '39: Band '35-'39; P.-T. A. Program '36. Ruth Anita Rbeo “Ruthie Ambition: To follow knowledge like a sinking star. Beyond the utmost bounds of human thought.’ Activities: Gen. Org. Law and Order Com. '38; Marshal '37, '3S, '39; Thalia ’36. '37. '38. '39; Program Com. '39; Treble Clef Club '37, '38; Glee Club '38. '39; Phillips Night '58; Vaudeville '37, '38. '39. 1st a Sibyl Reid Ambition: To succeed where others have failed. Activities: G. L. C. '37. '38. '39. John Andrew Reyxoios, Jr. “Rowdy Ambition: To be a strong vertebra in the backbone of the nation. Activities: Cshers '38. '39. Head Usher 39; Yancey '35, '36. '37. '38, '39. Treas. '37, Pres. '38; lit '38. 39, Pres. '38, '39; Publication Com. '37. '39. Publicity Com. '38; Mirror ‘38. '39. Also. Editor '38, Editor '39; Band '36, '37, Cheerleader '38; Senior Play '38, 39. [53] The Mirror Maroid Paul Richey Ambition: To climb a httlc higher than the rest. Activities: (Jen. Org, Publicity Com. 39 ; Cor.-Scr. Treas. Vaneev '37. ’38. '39; Ushers Club ’37, ’38. '39. A o. Head Cshcr '39; Fresh Football '37; Lab. Asm. '37. Dorothy Mae Robhixs Dot Ambition: To strive toward that which is highest And in the struggle, never cease In passing, shed some happiness. To try. to give, at last, to win—peace. Activities: Aglaia '37. 38, '39, Parliamentarian 39 Dramatic Club '36. '37; Painters Club '39. KmvARD Wooofin Roberts, Jr. Dart el” Ambition: o he like a parachute jumper—good to the last drop Activities: Phillips Night '36. '37; Cheerleader '38; Basketball '36. '37. '38; Baseball 38; Banker 36; Pres. History Class '37; S. R. Pres. '35. Vice-Pres. '36; Sec History Class '37. Martha Rosalind Ross “Mart Ambition: o feel neither fear nor remorse when (la-brie! blows his trumpet. Activities: Cieri. Org. Com. '37. '39; Dramatic Club Sec. 37; estalia Sec. '36, '37; Student Council '36; Sponsor R. t). T. C. ‘39; Carmen ; Vaudeville '36. '37 38; Glee Club '37. 38. '39; Pres. S. R '35. Sec. '38, Mirror Agent; Pres. Speech Class '35; Pres Vocal Class 36. Vice-Pres. '3S; Vice-Pres. History Class '36. Mary Natalie Russeli. Nat Ambition: To live, to learn, and to love. Activities: Personality Club. Sec. '38; Phillips Night 38; S. R. Sec. '36. '37. Banker '37; Historv Class Sec. '37; Marshal '36. '37. M MtjoRts Frances Sams Ambition: To make a success of my life. 3 Activities: Mricinosynean '37. '38; Personality Club 38, Florence Lucile Scalco Flo Ambition: To win a plaee of distinction for myself in the medical world. Activities: Girl Reserves, Pres. 38. Sec. '36, Vice-Pres '37; S. R. Vio-Prcs. Mildred Jane Sharp Toots Ambition: lo have a heart with room for every joy.” Activities: Pres History Class 39; Personality Club. Nancy Delores Simoxftti Nu u Ambition: To do my best in everything that I do. Iris W’yi.odkne Sims I Ambibtion: To succeed in all that undertake. Activities: Vcstalia '35, '39; G. L. C. '37, '39; Armis-tice Program '3$; S. R. Pres. '35. Sec. '36. '39. [54] T II E M IRROR Jack Quinton Smith Smitty Ambition: To know the how, when, and why of everything I want to do. Activities: Owen '37, '38, '39, Cor.-Sec. ’38. Social Com. '38, Chinn. '39; S. R. Pro. '36, Hanker '37, Mirror Agent; Armistice Program ’36. ’37. Grace La Rue Smythe Grade” Ambition: To be a howling success. Activities: Phillips Night Program '36, ’37; Vest alia ’38. '39; G. L. C. '37. '38. '39; Stunt Day '38; S. R. Banker '37; Marshal ’36. Ruth Marie Snow Fella Ambition: To be the best artist that Phillips ever produced. Activities: R. O. T. C. Company Sponsor '39; Aglnia, Pro. '39, Vice-Pres. '37, '38, Treas. '38, Club Oratorical Representative '37, Stunt Day ‘38; Dramatic Club '35, '36; Charter Member Painter Club '39; S. R. Sec. '37, '38, Outstanding Girl '39; English Class Pres. '36. Stu. Wade South “Sing Sing Ambition: To pass five majors. Ertice Ray Stewart Erk Ambition: To get on top and stay there. Janet June Stewart Jupc Ambition: To be successful in whatever I undertake. Activities: Promethean '55, '36; Thalia '37, '38, '39; Dramatic Club 35, '36; G. I.. C. 36, '37. '38. 39 ; Armistice Program ’36; Phillips Night '37; S. R. Vice-Pres. '36, Sec. '37. Jane Elizabeth Striblinc Queenie” Ambition: To be at home when 'Opportunity knocks'. Activities: Scholarship Com. 39; Girl Reserves '36, '37; Vestalia '38, '39; National Honor Society '39; S. R. Banker, '36. '37, Sec. '39; Speech Class Sec. '35, '36. James Stanley Sutherland Jimmy Ambition: To take advantage of my opportunities, and offer opportunities to others. Activities: Owen ’39; Constitution Club '38; Dramatic Club '38, '39, Dramatic Club Play '38; Marshal '39; Robbye Middleton Tate Flirkv Ambition: To climb to the lop of the ladder of success. Activities: National Honor Society '39; Clio '36, Critic 36, Sec. '37, Vice-Pres. 38, '39; Glee Club '3S, 39; G. L. C. '37; Dramatic Club '35; Council Member '37; Music Festival '39; Phillips Night '38; Christmas Program '38; S. R. Sec. '35, Banker '35, Sec. '37; Speech Clas Sec. '36, Pres. '36. Critic '37; History Class Sec. '36, '39; Biology Class Sec. '38. Matthew Dewitt Thomason, Jr. Bud Ambition: To live deeply, fear nothing, hate never. Activities: Hilliard '36. '37, '38, '39, Sec. '3$. '39; Phillips Night '36, '38; Armistice Program '38; S. R. Banker 35, Pres. '37. [55] The Mirror Ei.dridge William Thompson “Bill Ambition: To find out why nil great men were born on holiday . Activities: Glee Club ’36; Pres. History Class '36; Marshal '37, '39; Photography Club '38; “Carmen '36; Phillips Night '36, 37. Winifred Elizabeth Tindall Winnie Ambition: To be a lady. Activities: Dramatic Club '3S; Aglaia '37. '38. '39. Sydney McDaniel Trueman Ambition: To try everything once. Activities: Owen, Rec.-Scc. '39; History Class Pres. '39 Senior Play ‘39. Lila Mae Vinyard “Hook Ambition: To always meet defeat with a smile. Activities: Girls Letter Club ‘36, '37. '38. Katherine Louise Walker “Rat Ambition '.To be master over disappointment. Activities: Glee Club' 36. '37; Mnemosynean '37; Treble Clef '38; Personality 38, '39; “Carmen ; “Aida ; “Pinafore ; Phillips Night '36, '37; S. R. Vice-Pres. '35, '36. Banker '36. '37; History Class Vice-Pres. '35. Margaret Belle Walker Ambition: To be wise worldly, but not worldly wise. Activities: Personality Club '38; G. L. C. '37, '38; R. O. T. C. Sponsor '38; Mirror Agent '37, '3S, '39. Ruth Ann Walker Ambition: To be an aviatrix. Activities: Athletic Com. '39; Honor Society '38, Pres. '39; Aglaia '36. Historian '38. '39; Phillips Night '37, '38; S. R. Council Member '37. Mildred Eugenia Wall Gene Ambition: To do today what tomorrow shall wish I had done. Activities: (Jen. Org. China. Law and Order Com. '39; Aglaia '36, Social Chmn. '38; National Honor Societ '39; Girl's lice Club '37; Mirror Board '38; “Carmen ; All-State Chorus '37. '39; S. R. President. Felicia Ci.kmence Walther Flea Ambition: To put enough in life to get something out of it. Activities: Thalia '36. '37, '38, ’39. Social Com. '37. Press Com. '38; S. R. Banker '37, '38. '39; Speech Class Pres. '37; History Class See. '38; Honor Society '39. Dorothy Zoe Ward Zokcy Ambition: To go to Washington as an efficient secretary to someone of great impoetanre. Activities: Thalia, Cor.-Scc. '38, Trcas. '39. Exec. Com. 38; Dramatic Club; Personality Club; Stunt Dav '36, '38; ?. O. T. C. Sponsor '38; S. R. Sec. '36. '37. Banker '37. 38; Vice-Pres. History Class '37. (563 T 11 e Mirror Beverly Mae Washburn Bcv Ambition:To achieve happiness and help others do so. Activities: Astraea '35;Persona1ity Club '37, '3S. Bobbie Kathryn Weed Ambition: To prow from a Weed into a flower. Activities: Vestalia '37; Promethean '39. Trea . '39; History Class Vice-Prcs. '37. Sec. '38; Carmen ; Phillips Night ’36. Dkzma Weeks Activities: Thalia '37. Publicity Com. '38; Personality '38. '39. Program Corn. '3S. '39; G. I- C. '38. '39; Phillips Night. Anna Frances West Ambition: To help mate the world better through fair play. Activities: Aglaia '37. '38. 39; Dramatic Club 36; S. R. Banker '3S, '39. See. '39. Jessie I.ouise Wbsteriiousr Doozie Ambition: To ser good-will in the hearts of all mankind. Michael Joseph Whiti Mike” Ambition: To he or not to he. Activities: Yancey '36. '37. '38. '39: Dramatic Club 36, '37; Annual Contributor '39; Club Stunt Program '37; Mirror Agent '35. Faye M. Williams Ambition: To succeed in anything that I may attempt. Activities: Sec. Personality Club '38; Mirror Typist '39. Bert Edmond Wilson. Jr. Ambition: To he a great singer and sing Faust in 1942 at the ‘‘Met.’' J ane Owen Wirth Jinnic Ambition: To he a success in life and in tnu ic. Activities: Publications Coin. '38; Vestalia '35, ‘36, '37, '38. '59, Vice-Prcs. '37, Sec. '38; K. O. T. C. Sponsor '38; Vaudeville '35. '36, '37. '38; Banker '35, 36. 37. '38; Dramatic Club '36. 37. '38; Speech Class Sec. '35. '36. Pres. '37. Vice-Pres. '38; Pres. Civics Class 35; Sec. History Class '36; Bank '3S. Elizabeth Augusta Witte Toots” Ambition: To he successful in my attempt to succeed in being a success in life. Activities: Aglaia '36, '37; Treble Clef Club '37; Personality Club '38. '39; Carmen'' '37; Music Festival '37; Vaudeville '36, '37; Phillips Night Program '36. [57] 'P 1 II F. M I R R O R PAUL STANLEY WlTTi Ambition: To catch up with my shadow. Mary Augusta Wood Ambition: To reach the ( oal I set for myself. Activities: Glee Club, Set-. '3$; History Class Vice Pres. '39; Pierian. Critic '3S. Gertrude Woodall Gertie” Ambition: To he a man’s home companion Activities: Sponsor Company C R. O. T. C. '38; Thalia 37, '38. Publicity Chinn. '38; Personality Club 38. '39. Trcas. '38. '39; Council Member 38. 39; Banket 37, ‘3S; Marshal '37. '38; Armistice Program '38. Wu.u Post Woodruff A mbit ion: To he a chemical engineer. Activtics: Critic History Class '39; Yancey '38. '39; R 0. T. C. Band '38. '39; Band '3S. '39. Royal Joseph Wright Ambition: To be a journalist, or a Diesel engineer. George P. Young Gypee Ambition: To speak Spanish as itell as a Spanish radio announcer. Activities: Marshal '36; Armistice Program '36. Dixie IIoltzci.aw Ambition: To go out of school life into life's school Activities: Clio Sec. '36. Vice-Pres. '37. Pres '37. Vice-Prc� . '38, Pres. '39; Jr. Red Coss Sec. '37; History (..'lass Vice-Pres. '38, '39; Fathers Night '37. SUMMER SCHOOL Mary Frances Brown “Punch” Ambition: To he the owner of a large cattle ranch. Activities: Mirror Typist ’39. Ct ari’nce Stanley Lewis Activities: Head Banker. [58] OTHER GRADUATES A. Clyde Adcrholt, Jr. Violet Jerolvn Lacey Wanda Louise Badgcly Ruth Clara Lambard Juanita Baker Dutton Steele Lightcap Raymond Guin Bardolph William Creight Llovd, n Clyde Jerome Bass Rcasv Lerov Lowery Ross Bell Dolores Allcnc Mavo Clinton Lawrence Bellow Sumner Warren McMath Mary Elizabeth Brake Arthur Lee Major Anthony John Bruno Trubic Maxine Moblev Grover Clarence Brvant, Tr. Evclvn Randall Motlow Sylvia Bunkin Doak Mudd Edwin Foster Burdinc James B. Newsome Thomas Whitfield Burnett Frank Martina Oden Dcwie Lucile Caldwell Lewis James Overton lack Carr Buford Haran Paschal William Monroe Caudle, Tr. Martha Anne Patv Mvrtle Lee Collins Barna Wavne Peake Doris Lee Conkel James Gray Peterson Archer Lee Cooper Lucile Pharo Lady lane Cox Nancy Elizabeth Price Virginia Jacqueline Creel Earl Cole Pritchard Ellen Roche Davies Ailcen Riggins fames Denton Virginia Geraldine Romeo Baldo J. 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